The old Bond movies! Oh, man. Oh, when I was a kid that was my dream job... gentleman spy. –I always felt the old Bond films were only as good as the villain. As I child I rather fancied a future as a colorful megalomaniac. –What a shame we both had to grow up.
There is no way that we are going on a plane to meet some woman who could be a crazy, sick lunatic. Didn't you see Fatal Attraction?! –You wouldn't let me! –Well I saw it! And it scared the shit out of me. It scared the shit out of every man in America!
Flintstones! Meet the Flintstones. They're the mobbish stone-age family. From the villa of Bedrock, they're a page right out of Godfather III. When we try Fred Flintstone, mm-hmm-hmm he's going to do hard time. Oh, yeah, he'll do time. A lot of jail time.
(movie projector running) Still wonderful, isn't it? And no dialogue. We didn't need dialogue, we had faces. There just aren't any faces like that anymore. Maybe one, Garbo. Oh, those idiot producers. Those imbeciles. Haven't they got any eyes? Have they forgotten what a star looks like?! I'll show them! I'll be up there again, so help me!