Mae: “Are you really doing this again?”
Jimmy: “What? Dragging you out of the room by your hair? Yes.”
Mae, sighing: “This is getting old, Jimmy.”
Jimmy: “Not for me. I think it’s fun. I even put on a fancy outfit just to do it.”
Mae: “Well, I think the whole thing has become rather trite in our relationship at this point. I’m tired of having to explain to my yoga class why I have rug burns in weird places.”
Jimmy: “Then stop going to yoga. I don’t know why you even go to those classes. Yoga is something that should be done in private. If you have a need to sweat and grunt in public, that’s just masking deeper issues in your personal life.”
Mae: “Like our life? Where you insist on this caveman business?”
Jimmy: “It’s 1933. Your species has only had the right to vote for 13 years. Don’t get snippy. Besides, everyone knows this is all just fun and games. Even that emoticon chair next to us is smiling.”
Mae: “I don’t care what the furniture thinks, Jimmy. I want to know why you treat me this way. Is it because you’re so much shorter than me and you never got picked for the basketball team?”
Jimmy, pausing: “Well, I did get picked. But only so they could use me as the basketball. It was a terrible time, with them dribbling and throwing my tiny ass. I was the inspiration for ‘nothing but net’.”
Mae: “Oh. I can see clearly now, the brain is gone. Go ahead and keep dragging me. We’ll sign up for counseling later.”
Categories: Past Imperfect
Bonnywood Manor 
That chair is an emoticon – well spotted.
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My eyes went right to it… 😉
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ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. What is this “Stone Ages” ?
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It might as well be… 😉
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It sometimes is stunning what subliminal messages are being given by “entertainment”.
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Disturbing how it often goes un-noticed too. 😦
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And, of course, it continues to this day…
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I love old movies, except when I don’t. On the other hand, always love me a Johnny Nash tune. 🙂
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Oh my, you’ve won bonus points for not only getting the song reference but identifying the singer as well. Remember, if you you garner enough points, you’ll be able to select a lovely hand-crafted gift from the Bonnywood Manor Guest Appreciation Catalog.., 😉
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One of the ultimate power plays of insulting behavior. “Me something…you nothing.”
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And that’s the slogan that Trump will have printed on his new business cards that he hands out in the Oval Office…
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Ah…you know I never discuss or comment on politics. 🙂
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Perfect light relief in these turbulent times! Lol!
Ooohhh and I’d like that chair 😆
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I’ve hired a team to search high and low for that chair. I must have it… 😉
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What a weird photo. Good lord.
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Well, this is a pre-code movie, and it was basically an “anything goes” time in Hollywood…
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LMAO – so, is this what inspired “The Flintstones,” or vice versa?
All that’s missing is the fur clothing, the cave, and the big club…
XD
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I’m thinking it inspired Donald Trump, and all that’s missing is a soul…
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The relationship had become a bit of a drag and then the tension escalated as it moved a few steps up. It plateaued at black and blue. Black and Blue was a classy joint.
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Indeed, it was a classy joint. Still, there was an air of mystery about the bartender, as there was something odd about his gloved left hand…
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Mae is just lucky he didn’t shove a grapefruit in her face like he did to Virginia Mayo. I love this series.
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Thanks, Susan! Interestingly enough, and I hesitate to point this out because I don’t want to seem like one of THOSE people, but Mae wasn’t so lucky, She’s the one who was on the receiving end of the grapefruit, in “The Public Enemy”, not Virginia, who almost but didn’t quite get the grapefruit in “White Heat”, in an obvious nod to the earlier scene. And now that I ponder it, I think I might have the title for my eventual autobiography… “I Almost But Didn’t Quite Get the Grapefruit”… 😉
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No, that’s okay, Brian. I appreciate the trivia knowledge. For some reason I thought it was Virginia Mayo. I guess I was thinking of White Heat. I do like the title for your autobiography. Actually, I am quite envious of it. 🙂
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