Rememeber in Wild at Heart, when a dazed Nick Cage is sprawled out on asphalt on his back and Glenda- The Good Witch- descends from the heavens? Classic.
yeah, I loved that movie even back when I was like twelve.
I also remember when my older sister learned how to drive, we took the volkswagen beetle to the cineplex and parked in the vast parking lot, in a space as far away from the entrance as possible, by way of making fun of people who drive in circles looking for the closest spot, and giggled the whole way walking to the theater to see "Raising Arizona," and upon exiting, it was pouring rain outside so we ran all the way back to the car. Then for the next two weeks we amused ourselves by finding ways to say "bump his ass a-hoppin'" in conversation.
