So then you know most males would like to be as close to you as possible when you remove that suit, right? 
They’d only want be be “a few yards” away if their camera wasn’t good at close-ups. 
Cracking open an egg one-handed.
Several years ago, I saw a characted in some Bollywood movie do it, and I remember thinking, “That is WAY cool!”
A half dozen ruined eggs later, I was dropping the yolk unbroken into the frying pan, with the shell cleanly broken into 2 halves. 
After I first saw Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, I went around talking like Hunter S. Thompson for a while.
Better that than “Say hello to my little frien’!”
Damn, I’m getting sick of that one.
I’ve read that gangsters in the 1930s learned how to talk and act from watching gangster films. They aped them very well.
Whenever I’m hungry, I suggest to those nearby that we “Go get a taco or something” even if I would prefer a burger. I think this was in Reservoir Dogs.
Oh, and when I fly into Vegas, over the desert I always say “There’s a lot of people buried in holes out in that desert” (Casino)
Have you ever been to Sigma Iotia II?
My best friend and I got our hair cut like Mel Gibson’s in The Year Of Living Dangerously after seeing it in the early 80’s. This was highly unusual at the U of Wisconsin at the time, but our impulsive move paid off with the ladies, big time.
Oh, and you will never see me bowling (which I do about thrice a decade) without a White Russian.
Let’s go. I make a mean Caucasian.
Yeah, something like that.
All I did was, whenever we were on a road trip I would say, “We can’t stop here, this is bat country!”
Only every time we had a rest stop. Pretty soon everybody was saying it. (By everyone I mean my kids, who had not seen the movie.)
I couldn’t drink Merlot for a good month after seeing Sideways.
As a kid, I heard somebody in a movie–or perhaps a TV show–say, “He puts his pants on one leg at a time like everybody else.” This inspired me to adapt a new dressing style. Hold pants up. Sit on bed. Stick both legs in pants legs simultaneously, while elevating legs over head, then leaping onto feet while pulling pants up to my waist. I was very proud of myself for not putting my pants on one leg at a time like everybody else. I thought I’d probably amount to something, someday.
I feel your pain. I couldn’t fantasize about Sandra Oh for quite awhile myself.
From some '30s-'40s star or another I picked up the habit of putting hands in pockets so that the front flap of my suit coat is tucked back behind my hand with the coat buttoned, not covering it up as Og intended.
As a teenager Iwent through a phase of turning upright chairs around and sitting with my elbows resting on the back as per Western Movies cos I thought it made me look tough but stopped doing it when I realised I looked like a twat.
Still hook my thumbs in my belt though.