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2 Responses to “Fictional Bar Crawl”

  1. [...] – Barry sends us on a fictional bar crawl. [...]

  2. Greg0658 says:

    missed a couple noteables:

    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038650
    Nick: [slamming a bottle on the bar] That’s it! Out you two pixies go… through the door, or out the window!
    George Bailey: Hold on, Nick! What’s wrong?
    Nick: That’s another thing. Where do you come off calling me Nick?

    Nick: [ringing the cash register repeatedly] Get me. I’m givin’ out wings!

    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0124298/
    [Adam, Eve and Troy are at the club, looking for a girlfriend for Adam. Adam spots a lovely young woman]
    Adam: How about her?
    Eve: No way.
    Adam: No way? Why not? I, I think she’s very attractive.
    Eve: Adam! She’s got ‘bitch’ written all over her. You do know what ‘bitch’ means, don’t you?
    Adam: [nodding] Well, well, yes, I do. I do have a dictionary. But I can’t understand for the life of me why you would say that about her. Or why Cliff would say that about *you*!
    [Troy stifles a laugh; Eve glares at him and then at Adam]

    Eve: And now I suppose he’s trying to make those two dancers feel as comfortable as possible.
    Troy: No. He didn’t go home with them.
    Eve: [Eve gives a happy look to Troy] … Well.
    Troy: He went home with Sophie.
    Eve: [screams really loudly] No!
    Troy: Yep.
    Eve: No!
    Troy: She swept him out of the room, whispering little sweet French nothings into his ear.