— Kevin Hobster (@KevinHobster) May 23, 2017
“High on the fucking hog,” said Pal. “Was always impressed with that particular lighting Chase got in these outdoor Satriale’s scenes. Can’t describe it.”
“Guy’s handling this thing like a fucking golden retriever,” said Pal.
“Yeah, with them in the boat. PSH was great,” Pal said.
“Need a good tailor,” said Pal.
“Mutiny and sugar,” said Pal.
“If I asked you — without looking — what color the Count was, would you say ‘purple’?” said Pal.
“Probably not. He transcends color.”
“His ex-wives names are Dale, Bettye, Paulette and Sherrie,” said Pal.
“What if every newborn baby in America was given its own theme music? Imagine that,” said Pal.
“Pub rock? Isn’t it all?” said Pal.
“If you wanna listen to it, listen to it. If you don’t, you don’t,” said Pal.
“Juvenal was a Roman who noticed that the political elite were giving voters free wheat and dumb — but pricey — circus games to divert their attention from the shit that mattered,” said Pal. “You know, the issues. Civic … stuff. Military. Policies. All of it.”
“Hey, he was still spewing out the lines,” said Pal.
“Besides, these takes would’ve reached a shitload more people than the final scrubbed version they chucked out into …”
“The void? I guess? I dunno. Who gives a shit?”
“Even Russians get old,” said Pal. “Although they’re still trying to preserve Lenin.”
“Laura Dern,” said Pal.
“The guy who built em. He tried out for the Raiders. Didn’t get past the parking lot. Al Davis was putting his clubs in his trunk and saw him trying to climb the fence to the coliseum and so he ran over and grabbed him by his belt, pulled him to the ground. Don’t even think he called him a cab. Just gave him the lollipop he had in his pocket from the barbershop and told him to get the fuck out,” said Pal.
“He was actually [coughs] on the cover of the Sgt. Pepper’s album,” said the clown with no name.
“Rarely does a person write anything worth preserving without going through a mountain of dog shit first,” said Pal.
“Turn the television on please,” quoth Pal.
“Don Rickles didn’t harness horsepower, or the cape prowess of the matador as they implied on Carson, no. He perfected charm, the complete power and potential of it,” said Pal. “From the outside, it looked like he insulted people, but a closer look undoes that notion, it wasn’t. He put a spotlight on them. Hoisted them up. Made them feel like somebody. That was the whole thing.”
“He had a knack.”
“He’s from Havana? He went to Hunter College? Not bad,” said Pal.
I wonder how many helium balloons it would take to float an adult alligator.
— John Lurie (@lurie_john) March 29, 2017
“Ever see the movie about paradise with him in it?” asked Pal.
“Cat works for Yale,” said Pal. “You thought he was going to be a dumb shit?”
“Wait til he gets to the part about the Reichstag fire. Or ‘freedom is awkward.'”