It’s really cold outside tonight for Texas (25 degrees, brrrrr) and with no Worst Movies Ever to do, I was looking forward to coming home and getting under the covers. This was mostly due to the fact that I spent an hour gridlocked in traffic, watching ambulance after ambulance come to rescue Texas drivers who freak at the mere thought of inclement weather.
My natural instinct was to come home, have peppermint hot chocolate, and cross stitch. Yes, I know. I’m two caftans and a lanai short of being a Golden Girl, but I do enjoy the needlework. On nights when I’m out of movies to review, I flick on TCM or pop in a movie for background noise while I put stitches in whatever I may be working on at the moment.
In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to put on Ghostbusters tonight. I should have known my attention would be drawn so much to the movie that I would keep stabbing myself in the thumb and index finger with a needle. Luckily for me, tapestry needles are extremely dull or my pricked fingers would be singing a far different tune. I really should have known much better and not been shocked at all when I looked down at my work and saw that I had miscounted everything I had done from paying too MUCH attention to Ghostbusters, thus leaving me the only option of ripping out everything I had just sat there and stitched. If you’ve never ripped out stitches before, and I am assuming quite a few of you have not, it is about as much fun as a root canal.
So here’s all those parts that I adore so much, even if they cause me bodily injury and/or cause me to swear a blue streak because they drive me to distraction…
“My uncle thought he was Saint Jerome.”
Old crazy librarian woman for the win!
“I collect spores, molds and fungus.”
Egon’s obsession with junk food never fails to crack me up.
Ray: “We really haven’t had a successful test of this equipment.
Egon: “I blame myself.”
Venkman: “So do I.”
Ray: “Well, no sense worrying about it now.”
Venkman: “Why worry, each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.”
Ray: “Yup, well, let’s get ready. Switch me on.”
“It’s right here, Ray. It’s looking at me.”
“Don’t cross the streams!”
One of the fun parts about visiting New York City was looking over during a walking sightseeing tour, seeing this fountain and thinking, “That’s where Venkman did the twirly thingy!” Nevermind that there’s much cooler stuff that goes on here, but me, I thought of Peter Venkman. Huh.
“Well, let’s say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning’s sample, it would be a Twinkie 35 feet long weighing over 600 pounds.”
“That’s a big Twinkie.”
Rick Moranis cracks me up in this movie, especially when he gets all possessed.
“Yes, this man has no dick.”
Destruction of New York, ahoy!
“Where are we?”
“Looks like in the teens somewhere.”
“When we get to twenty, tell me. I’m gonna throw up.”
“Are you a god?”
“RAY, WHEN SOMEONE ASKS YOU IF YOU’RE A GOD, SAY YES!”
“Choose and perish…Choose…Choose the form of the Destructor.”
“I couldn’t help it. It just popped in there.”
“What. WHAT JUST POPPED IN THERE.”
“NO! It can’t be!”
“What is it?”
“What did you do, Ray?”
“It’s the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.”
“Cross the streams.”
“You’re going to endanger our client, the nice lady who paid us in advance before she became a dog.”
“Not necessarily; there’s a very slim chance we’ll survive.”
“I love this town!”