Very much a period piece - 12th century in fact.
Ok, one last try…
‘Love is for poets.’
someone should have responded
‘There can be only one!’
A: CIA?
B: No.
A: FBI?
B: No.
A: KGB?
B: No! G-A-Y.
“You must be-- Gay Perry. Still gay?”
“Me? No. I’m knee-deep in pussy. I just like the name so much, I can’t get rid of it.”
Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.
Right.
Hah, this one just came up at work in real time, and I stumped my coworkers.
‘You just made a yummy sound, so I thought you liked the dessert.’
Young Frankenstein.
Yep, I didn’t expect that to last, but I didn’t expect my coworkers to be baffled, either.
Sometimes at my curling club, after a particularly aggressive takeout, I’ll say “think you used enough dynamite there, Butch?” People just stare at me.
“I may not know my flowers, but I know a bitch when I see one!”
Pretty Woman?
Nope.
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
I use that one IRL, often to blank stairs.
And then you explain it step by step?
“Oh, well, I can always say I knew him when.”
I figured secretly they wanted too no.
I almost forgot I posted that, but since no one has guessed yet here’s another line from the same scene.
“Come on you miserable fat-head, get that fat-ass truck outta my way!”
“Welcome to Great Britain.”
“Oh, no, we’ll never get to England now!”
Highlander