If I get into a gunfight (with anyone but the police) in a public place, I need not hope for/worry about interference from the police. They’ll be along . . . oh, eventually, I suppose. Same applies to car chases.
All taxis are free. You never see anyone pay the fare.
And, saying “goodbye” at the end of a phone call is mostly optional, if it’s even done at all.
I respectfully disagree. The majority of the time, I see people simply throw a wad of cash at the driver, not caring whether it’s the right amount or not. Same thing happens in restaurants. People throw money down for a drink or meal, and leave. One exception off the top of my head: in Stripes, when the kids take Winger’s cab, then jump out without paying, but I know that’s going against what you’re saying. In that case, the kids deliberately stole the ride.
Speaking of restaurants and bars in movies/TV shows, no one ever finishes a meal or drink. They order, take one bit or sip, then leave the rest. Yet they’re healthy and not anorexic. Ergo, fact: eating and drinking are not really necessary, but have been fabricated simply for image and social situations.
We Brits all live in dysfunctional families in government housing, on bleak, trash-strewn estates, and spend all our time taking drugs, drunk, crying, shouting at each other or having joyless sex, and sometimes all five simultaneously…
…unless there are Americans visiting, in which case we all commute between humungous country houses set in vast rolling parkland, and our chi-chi pieds à Terre, sipping champagne at celebratory parties and being charmingly wry and inscrutable.
You can google the most obscure thing and the first link will give you all the neeed information on the subject.
Or foreign.
And if you’re breaking into the most secure computer system, not only can you find the log-in page directly, but the first password that you try gets you in.
If you’re a high school jock, then you’re a neanderthal-like, nerd oppressing douchebag. Also, you wear your letter jacket *all *the time.
That’s because everybody’s password is something important in their life, and therefore easily guessable. There will not be any random numbers or letters attached. Ever.
In fact, rigorous training and teamwork are just shy of out right cheating. Any team that regularly practices together and wears matching uniforms is probably lead by an evil, smirking, Hilter-youthish type blond kid.
You can outrun an explosion if you remember to leap at the last moment.
Men who sleep around, treat their girlfriends (or sex partners) callously and indifferently are boorish louts. They deserve the audience’s scorn and have earned the very public humiliation that will occur to them by the end of the last reel.
Women who sleep around, treat their boyfriends (or sex partners) callously and indifferently are liberated women! The audience should feel inspired by them and applaud their sense of independence and high self-esteem. They have earned the adoration of the male lead, who will ask them to marry him in the end.
All gay men are effectively celibate. They exist for no other reason than to fawn over their straight female friend, and make catty comments with them about the straight men that the women are dating.
All gay women are lipstick lesbians, and are always dressed to the nines. They’re all rich and live in fabulously opulent digs. They are not averse to having sex with a man though - they’re open minded in that way.
The underdogs will always triumph in the end. Always.
If you get is a fist fight at school or anyplace else, you will not wipe the blood from your nose! You will sit there with blood dribbling down your chin while you’re lectured by the headmaster, ranking officer, or boss, but you will make no attempt at all to wipe your nose on your sleeve or try to stop up the cut on your forehead.
If you are handsome enough you will emerge from a fistfight with only a small spot of blood in the corner of your mouth, no matter how many times you’ve been punched in the face. A beautiful woman will dab at this with a hanky, making you wince.
If you’re in a plane crash, you may also receive a small scratch on one cheekbone.
Fully automatic rifles are easy to come by, used in most crimes, and are easy to shoot accurately.
Everyone’s house and cars are perfectly clean all the time and their clothes are tasteful and well fitting unless they are batchelors, then their homes will have pizza boxes everywhere and the fridge will be empty save a lone item that cannot be eaten, usually spoiled cartons of milk.
Speaking of clothes, nobody ever wears clothing with logos or labels on it.
Your neighbor wears a bathrobe and slippers to go outside and get the paper every morning at the same time that you have to leave for work.
Speaking of work, everyone’s job consists of talking to your co-workers for maybe a minute or two and then going out for drinks afterwards.
Bad guys can summon up helicopters at a moments notice that are impossible to track on radar.
And there is nothing on the computer desktop, like wallpaper, and the screen shows 6" high font so the people in the next room can see the monitor.
On the other hand, nobody ever finds anyone’s password on a sticky note stuck inside their desk drawer.
Corrollary: “Professional” women all wear spiky FMPs, very short skirts, and cleavage-revealing low-cut blouses. Amanda Woodward on Melrose Place (early 90s, kids) is a perfect example of “professional” attire for women. If you get called into HR because of what you’re wearing, you should definitely cite Melrose Place as your fashion reference point.
ETA: Sorry, that was a TV reference.
You forgot the hot female scientist, who wears glasses and looks impossibly young to have the degrees and experience needed to hold her position.
If a romantic complication could be cleared up with a simple, direct question, it won’t get asked.
The more brilliant the scientist, the more out of control his hair will be.
Serial killers are evil geniuses. (As opposed to just being hard to catch because there’s no obvious direct connection between the killer and the victims.)
The one thing you’ve been told to never, ever do will be the act that saves the day at the end. (Example: Crossing the streams in ‘Ghostbusters’)
If an action hero hates kids, he’ll end up saving a couple of their asses. (Example: Sam Neill in ‘Jurassic Park’)
She, too, wears cleavage-revealing tops.