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Traffic makes me wanna do Dustin Hoffman in Midnight Cowboy- "Hey, I'm walkin' here!". Odd, because I've never actually seen the whole film. I could do the Sandra Bullock Miss Congeniality version- "Hey, I'm glidin', here!".
When I'm drinking with mates, any mention of The Toilet will cause me to start channelling Jack Carter. Ooh, next time I should totally ask for a pint of lager, then snap my fingers and demand a thin glass...
I suspect the reason they removed me from the deli at work could have been my Under Seige habit. "This is not a chef's knife!" "Casey Rybeck is an extreme psychopath! He hates authority and he hates America!" "Get my pies outta the oven!". Then again, it could have been the eight complaints and two death threats I recieved in the space of two weeks.
I had a real Matrix moment once- I was walking through Darling Harbour, not so far from where they shot the films, and realised everyone around me (mostly businesspeople on lunch) was dressed as a Smith, Trinity, Neo, or Morpheus. I was keeping one eye out for the Girl in the Red Dress. Sydney has to be the only city in the world where that can happen... |
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