ita, it's absolutely fascinating that - hard on the heels of a quote about drag queens - you quoted the scene where I shrieked, "Tick!" in the theater, having finally recognized the drag-queen eyebrows on Agent Smith.

It had festered in my wee little skull for weeks, then suddenly I had it, and the response was automatic, exactly as if someone had goosed me.

I was mortified.

I hate to see you go, but I LOVE to watch you leave.

I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.

We all go a little mad sometimes.

What're ya gonna do with those *pies*, boys?

Not a movie, but should be:

"Spock? SPOCK! Give the captain a PIE!"

OK, I think Trek books may be out of bounds. Though that one would be amusing.

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.

Point taken, I agree. :) But I couldn't resist the pie tie in.

Erm...hm.

"I wonder...do you wonder...if I ever slept with your father."

Take that book of Mormon and shove it so far up your righteous asses that you choke, you soul soliciting pigfuckers.