Live and In Secret

Sunday night at the Hotel Cafe, there was a "secret" Jenny Lewis concert, completely unadvertised through normal channels. But you can't keep a secret from Pop Whore, not when we have our virtual finger on the cyber-pulse of... ew. Let me start that one over. Eti found out about the concert and we went. Better? Thought so.


Anyway, before Eti and I posed for this picture with her (and cropped ourselves out of it for national security reasons), I snapped a video of her and the Watson Twins doing "You Are What You Love" from the solo album which really needs no linkage help from me considering that it's in the top 20 on Amazon.com but I will link to anyway because it's great and you should get it.

Here's the video... your choice of higher-quality DivX (about 14 megs) or lower-quality Windows Media (about 3 megs).

You Are What You Love - DivX version
You Are What You Love - Windows Media version

UPDATE: Thanks to My Old Kentucky Blog for linking us! And by the way, that's Jenny in the picture.

Snap Judgment: The Tale of Two Nannies

Less than twelve hours after your Pop Whore editors kicked righteous ass in our favorite sport, we're back in the lab to smear some more new releases. So let's click away to IMDB and see what's polluting the cinemas tonight...


Imagine Me & You (romantic comedy, rated R, written and directed by Ol Parker)

Okay, fine, we might as well admit that we're planning on seeing this one. It looks cute, it's British, and Piper Perabo falls in love with the even cuter Lena Headey in what may be a successful attempt to redeem herself for past cinematic sins.

Don't judge us. We have a heart sometimes. Moving on...

Big Momma's House 2 (because the first one made money, rated PG-13, directed by John Whitesell, written by Don Rhymer)

Yeah, it happened. What could we do about it? The realities of the modern world are such that every few years, Martin Lawrence gets 8 figures to humiliate himself. If he can at least do it without waving a gun around in the street, then I can [drink myself to] sleep a little easier.

Annapolis (drama, rated PG-13, directed by Justin Lin, written by David Collard)

Oddly enough, that's not a recruiting poster for either the Navy or the Village People. It is, however, a promo for a movie that I'm guessing was pitched as "Million Dollar Baby meets A Few Good Men" or "just like Antwone Fisher except with the characters hitting each other in the face with boxing gloves rather than the movie hitting the audience in the face with life lessons." Or something like that. Anyway, James Franco probably wins, but not before getting a lot of grotesquely pretty bruises.


Nanny McPhee (whimsical thingy, rated PG, directed by Kirk Jones, screenplay by Emma Thompson based on books by Christianna Brand)

Hmmm. I actually think Emma Thompson is pretty cool, and I liked her acting/writing job for Sense and Sensibility, and Kirk Jones wrote and directed Waking Ned Devine. But holy crap did they lose me with the title and the Lemony Snicket knock-off poster and tagline.

One last thing...

Manderlay (punishment, rated R, written and directed by Lars von Trier)

This just in: After almost driving Bjork to suicide with his direction, Lars von Trier decided he hated America even more and decided to make three movies about it. This is the second one. If you're still around for the third one, I'm guessing you forgot the safety word.

White Girls With Soul

Oh blessed be! The day has finally arrived!


Jenny Lewis's solo project "Rabbit Fur Coat" featuring the Watson Twins is out today.

Run out and get this album pronto!

Also, there's a great little article in the February issue of Spin Magazine about Jenny Lewis written by Pop Whore's personal favorite, Chuck Klosterman. At the risk of sounding like a twelve year old girl, the article is like, totally crushable.

Someone at the LiveJournal community was nice enough to scan it, so here's a link.

Also out today is Cat Power's "The Greatest."

The first track on the album, fittingly titled, "The Greatest," will make you cry. Yes, it's that good.

Okay kids, let's go! BREAK!

As Promised

Here are a couple of lousy phone pictures from Colin Meloy's show at the El Rey last night. Photography was totally allowed, but it would've been hard to take pictures with Nick's camera that was still at home.



Colin put on a great show as always and helped perpetuate my little crush on him all the more. Stay tuned for our latest podcast to hear lovely show anecdotes about people farting in line and a girl hocking a loogie.

God, how I wish I were making this up

The scary thing? This is how 42-year old advertising editors think 14-year old girls talk.

The scarier thing? They're pretty much right.


Seriously, though, how am I supposed to make fun of something like this? I might as well do a post about how I got tap water out of a faucet.

The Good Colin

If anyone in the L.A. area wants to partake in a show destined for greatness, come join your dear editors at the El Rey Theater tonight to experience the one and only Colin Meloy of the Decemberists.

For those of you who can't come, we'll do our best to stealthily sneak in a camera and put up some pics this weekend.

Snap Judgment: sandals, vampires, and voice lessons

Is it already that time again? Tempus fugit, my friends (that's Latin for "go look it up").

To the IMDB Now Playing, Robin!



Transamerica (drama with carefully grafted-on comedy parts, rated R, written and directed by Duncan Tucker)

Ah, Felicity Huffman. Every D*sper**e H**sew*ves watcher swears they've loved you forever even though they really had no idea who you were before September 2004. Unless they watched Sports Night, and believe me, they didn't... because there's about as much crossover viewership between those two shows as there is between The L Word and The 700 Club. Now you're doing one of those movies where every single article and interview is about how hard you worked to get into this character and who you talked to and so on and so forth. I haven't, however, heard anything about the movie itself actually being good. If I do, I'll let you (and everyone else) know.


Underworld: Evolution (blue-filtered guns and vampires, rated R, directed by Len Wiseman, written by Len Wiseman and Danny McBride)

See, there's this war between vampires and werewolves. A war so great that its complete story could not be told with just one movie and Kate Beckinsale's natural breasts. Thus it was that the filmmakers implanted this sequel in our collective consciousness, because we were dying to know how far into the [artistic] underworld a once-decent British actress would descend in the neverending quest for a percentage of non-existent box office returns. The canary she brought with her died long ago, so at this point we're a little worried. By the time she comes to her senses and climbs back out, the franchise will probably be over, having made way for Dakota Fanning to hunt/fall in love with brooding, misunderstood abominable snowmen.


The New World (pretty historical epic, rated PG-13, written and directed by Terrence Malick)

Okay, I do like Terrence Malick's earlier stuff. (Which, with the exception of The Thin Red Line, is his only stuff.) And I've been eagerly following the career of Q'Orianka Kilcher, because who hasn't? And the trailers make this look really pretty; if you wanted to make a drinking game out of how many of today's newspaper reviews use the word "haunting," I'm sure you'd be getting your stomach pumped by 4 AM. Nonetheless, I think there's a strong chance it'll also be long and boring. It's the kind of movie a lot of people will go to see so they can say they saw it. The kind where, if you're a film criticism expert and a huge fan of Malick but you hate it, you'll write a book someday where you call it "frustrating, but impossible to dismiss." I, however, am voting on dismissing it for now, at least until I'm really bored on a Sunday or feel like throwing it into my Netflix queue.


End of the Spear (no idea, rated PG-13, directed by Jim Hanon, written by Jim Hanon, Bart Gavigan, Bill Ewing)

Don't ask me. Seriously. The main character's name is Mincayani, and he's a Waorani tribesman. That's as far as I'm getting with this one.


Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World (comedy, rated PG-13, written and directed by Albert Brooks)

My best guess would be that looking for comedy in this movie is similar to the quest named in its title: it's there, but you have to wade through a lot of other stuff to get to it.

Because You Gotta Have Faith

If Nick could take two (or possibly four) of his most favorite things in the world and incorporate them into one hot commodity, this would be it.


This one's for you, buddy. Hope the heart attack you're experiencing right now doesn't affect our friendship...or our dinner plans.

Like, OMG! Like, You Know!

People, you MUST watch this! It's like, totally, like, the best Laguna Beach parody, like, ever. Like, OMG! R U totally luving this or what?!!

And on a more serious note. This is, once again, further proof that SNL is in the perpetual shitter and MAD tv rocks.

Optimism

No one loves Kristen Bell more than we do. So you can imagine how our hearts wrenched at the sight of her most recent fugging.

Although this is her second fugging, we at Pop Whore are all about looking at the bright side...Veronica Mars returns to TV next week! And here's a much nicer picture for good measure.

'Cause You Know I'm On Fire

So, remember last year, when the fat Dutch kid lip synching O-Zone’s Dragostea Din Tei was all the rage? Well, this

little teeny bopper felt the need to share her rendition of Bloc Party’s ever so awesome “Banquet” with the world.

Check it out.

I love it when she lip synchs the voices for both dudes and turns to one side and then the other in order to indicate a distinction. Because, come on, who hasn't done that?


Bloc Party’s “Silent Alarm” was one of the best albums released last year. You can check it out here. Or if you’re feeling tres venturesome....here. I recommend “Banquet” and “Helicopter” as good songs to either start your morning or get you ready to go out.

Now I really want to get drunk and go karaoke-ing. Who’s in?

Golden Snores

Does anyone actually give a poo that the Golden Globes are upon us tonight? I know I don't, but apparently the Hollywood Foreign Press Association does. Their official site even has a counter!

I have nothing funny or witty to say about the Golden Globes or any sort of awards show. But, never one to pass up the chance to be opinionated, I will say:

1.) Movies this past year have sucked. Hard.

2.) I could care less who's wearing what.

3.) I could care even less at who pretends to be happy when someone else wins, much less who the actual winners are.

Oh yeah, and in case you actually do give a poo, here's a list of the nominees.

Have fun on the red carpet, bitches.

I Want To Believe

Oh, Dana Scully! Say it ain't so.

Snap Judgment - Friday the 13th

Another week, another few movies to keep you away from. Shall we get right into it?

Tristan & Isolde (historical drama/romance, rated PG-13, directed by Kevin Reynolds, written by Dean Georgaris)

Synopsis: A thousand or so years ago, when pretty much all romance was forbidden but especially those between knights and future queens, a knight and a future queen had a forbidden romance. (From the official synopsis: "But the more they deny their passion, the more fiercely it burns." Yeah, passion is like hemorrhoids that way.)

Snap judgment: Okay, so Kevin Reynolds can direct some decent-looking movies wherein at least one person is likely to get hit by an arrow (Robin Hood, The Count of Monte Cristo). But a whole movie about James Franco and Sophia (um, who?) Myles sneaking out for midnight kisses? I mean, if Keira Knightley played the queen, there'd at least be the off chance that I'd watch the movie if I passed out and woke up in a theater where it was playing. And if Keira Knightley played the queen and Evan Rachel Wood played the knight, I'd be too busy buying tickets online to write this. As it stands, though, I'm going to assume that the fact I hadn't heard of this movie before yesterday has something to do with how good the studio thinks it is.

Glory Road (uplifting sports movie, rated PG, directed by James Gartner, written by Chris Cleveland)

Synopsis: In 1966, Coach Don Haskins at Texas Western made history (apparently) by starting the first all-black college basketball team and then (spoiler alert!) leading them to the NCAA championship. Jerry Bruckheimer produced this, by the way. He also did Flashdance.

Snap judgment: This is one of those movies the studio can just market anywhere. If you're a sports fan, there are (presumably) lots of exciting sports scenes. If you're a Josh Lucas fan, he's the star! If you're white and bigoted, it's a movie about how blacks could never succeed without your help and specific instructions. And if you're a white bigoted Josh Lucas-obsessed sports fan, get your ass to the theater!

On the other hand, if you're not that big a fan of Josh Lucas, sports, or prejudice; or of seeing a lot of lush re-enactments of basketball games to which you already know the outcome; or of heavy-handed racial messages that might have been somewhat radical in, say, 1790; then you're invited to my place to watch some Netflix. Bring your own chair.

Last Holiday (semi-bittersweet comedy, rated PG-13, directed by Wayne Wang, written by Jeffrey Price & Peter S. Seaman)

Synopsis: Queen Latifah is uptight. Then she finds out she has only a few weeks/months to live, so she takes a wacky European vacation (minus Chevy Chase, plus LL Cool J).

Snap judgment: Saw the trailer. I think she ends up falling down a lot, because that's comedy gold. But what do I know? Wayne Wang is the visionary director behind such edgy works as Chinese Box, Center of the World, and the most controversial one of all, Maid in Manhattan. This is based on a movie from 1950, where Alec Guinness played Queen Latifah's role. Which leads to the question, how well can the Queen portray a British agricultural salesman? I bet she'll kick ass on the accent.

April's Shower (limited-release, comedy, rated R, written and directed by Trish Doolan)

Synopsis: Didn't know about this one until this morning. Here's what IMDB says: "The intimate secret between April (Cina) and Alex (Doolan) comes out when Alex hosts April's wedding shower."

Snap judgment: Hmm. Eti and I may need to research this a little more and get back to you.

The Freaky FridayCast

Guest hosted by Rossanna and Paula of Girl on Girl Cooking, it's Season 2, Episode 2!

Download it here.

Yep, it's Friday the 13th, so we switched podcasts. Go to their blog to download this week's episode of Girl on Girl Cooking, guest hosted by Nick and Eti!

Beyond Good and “Evil”

Some of you may remember how last year around this time, Interpol was everywhere. And like every band that was once everywhere, they sort of disappeared.


During a recent “winter cleaning” at work (read: I quit my job on Monday and thus must rid my work computer of all traces of anything personal), I came across Interpol’s “Evil;” a song that was on perpetual repeat on my iPod, computer and in my car for months around February last year. The video is pretty cool too. Nick is especially partial to “Slow Hands,” which is also great.

Interpol’s songs are strange and unconventional with lyrics that I’ve never really quite understood, but they work.

Check out the videos for both songs here and here.

And if you’re so inclined...check out their albums “Turn On The Bright Lights” and “Antics.”



Or if you’re my friend, ask me to give you a copy.

Homeownership and you

PSST! Hey, you!



Are you a mildly famous actor on a show that was once great but long ago joined the species Jumpus Sharkus?

Tired of being upstaged by your castmates who are always making news by getting engaged or speaking fluent Swedish or ditching their Thetans?

On the verge of leaving teenhood behind, and with it your scores of screaming pubescent mall girls? (You know, twenty is, like, adult.)

Never quite made the crossover into movies, or even Punk'd?

Well, things may look bad, but we have a solution guaranteed to win you back all the attention you've been craving.

For at least a few minutes.

Season 2, Episode 1

We begin our new season with a Month of Noir -- this week, a discussion of Match Point vs. The Talented Mr. Ripley; then new TV (mostly Scrubs); upcoming L.A. music shows; and finally, the first installment of Pop Whore Enemy of the Week.

Click here to download Pop Whore Season 2, Episode 1.

Then use the comments link to tell us how much you missed us.

Skating With Beautiful Disaster

Say what you will about the Fox network, but there are times when you just can’t deny the love. Sure, they’ve inanely copied a lot of shows like Wife Swap (Trading Spouses), The Contender (The Next Great Champ) and The Apprentice (The Rebel Billionaire), but I really hope their latest plagiaristic attempt really sticks.

This time around, Fox has taken the ever so bland, but strangely popular and high rated testament to the American viewing public, “Dancing With the Stars,” and posed the question: How can we hurt and humiliate D-listed celebrities even more?

The answer, of course, is the upcoming “Skating With Celebrities” or as Nick aptly refers to it, “Dropping the Celebrities.”

The name pretty much speaks for itself, but if you’re really that hard up for a synopsis, here you go: You’ve got six pro skaters and six “celebrities.” They get coupled off and under the tutelage of the pros, are trained to compete for the figure skating competition finale. Voila.

So without further ado, let’s take a look at our competitors this year...

Dave “I’m the reason for Jagged Little Pill” Coulier and Nancy “Why Me?” Kerrigan

Bruce “Face Lift” Jenner and Tai Babilonia

Todd “Willis Is Totally On Drugs” Bridges and Jenni Meno

Kristy “What’s Your Sitch?” Swanson and Lloyd Eisler

Deborah “Electric Youth” Gibson and Kurt Browning.

Jillian “Dear God, just make her STFU already” Barberie and John Zimmerman.

Now, I really like Kurt Browning and I must give Debbie “Deborah” Gibson props for making a cameo and singing “Lost In Your Eyes” with Rilo Kiley back in June at the Wiltern (still regarded by Nick and I as one of the best shows we’ve ever seen.). However, I’m going to have to put my money on Kristy Swanson strictly for her awesomely quotable contribution to “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” playing the original “Buffy The Vampire Slayer,” (without which there would never have been a TV show to speak of and thus no groundwork for “Veronica Mars”), and of course, her fine, fine performance as the hotly incestuous Cathy Dollanganger in the film adaptation of “Flowers In the Attic.”


And despite entertaining many grandiose visions of Dave Coulier getting fed up with that stupid brat Nancy Kerrigan and taking out both her knees with a hockey stick, mostly I just want to see Jillian Barberie get dropped.

Hard.


Then again, I'd really like to see both.

Mind you, if this show proves to be even somewhat successful, it’s only a matter of time before Fox gives us Netless Tightrope Walking With Celebrities, Chainsaw Juggling With Celebrities, The World’s Deadliest Swarms #38 With Celebrities and Motorcycle Jumping the Grand Canyon With Celebrities.

For the record, that obnoxiously nauseating "Why Me" picture is incredibly hard to find on the net. So just for kicks, here's a recent picture of Tonya Harding:

Snap Judgment: Your Cinematic Weekend

As you know by now, we at Pop Whore are equally committed to keeping you away from the worst of pop culture as we are to opening your eyes to the best of it.

Normally, major (and even minor) media sources are granted early looks at movies and TV shows to enable them to review them for their media-consuming public. However, the blog you are so intently reading right now has not yet reached that level. (Of course, as residents of Hell-Lay we do have plenty of opportunities to see movies for free in advance just by walking through major pedestrian thoroughfares and grabbing some of those ubiquitous blue flyers with 800 numbers on them; but most of those movies suck and we have much better things to do with our weeknights.)

So what's the solution? Well, it's simple: Snap Judgment. We're going to offer you quick, informative reviews of the movies coming out this weekend even though we haven't technically seen them. It's up to you whether to trust our opinion, but let's face it... if you've ridden in the Pop Whore bus for this long and we haven't gone off a cliff, you might as well stay on a little longer.

So let's get right to it! Mr. IMDB, tell us what's opening this weekend!

1. Hostel (horror, rated R, written/directed by Eli Roth)

Synopsis: Two American frat-guy types get lured by some hot Eastern European chick into a pay-per-abuse dungeon.

Snap judgment: Ew. Forget it. Unless you like that kind of thing, in which case, frankly, you scare us.

2. BloodRayne (videogame adaptation, rated R, directed by Uwe Boll, written by Guinevere Turner)

Synopsis: A half-human half-vampire girl pursues justice for her mother's rape and is joined by a pair of vampire hunters.

Snap judgment: I really liked this movie the first time I saw it, when it was called "Staying Home And Poking My Eyes Out With A Fondue Fork."

Bonus info: Uwe Boll is the guy who also directed House of the Dead and Alone in the Dark and has at least 2 other video game movies in the pipeline. I think we all need to tip our hats to him; he's like the directorial equivalent of the kid in middle school who'd chew the old gum under your desk for a dollar (or in this case, more like $1 million).

3. Grandma's Boy ("comedy", rated R, directed by Nicholaus Goossen, written by Barry Wernick, Allen Covert, and Nick Swardson)

Synopsis: A thirtysomething guy moves back in with his grandmother; "hilarity" ensues.

Snap judgment: By "hilarity" we mean "piss, fart, and pot jokes" and by "ensues" we mean "occurs in a theater as far away from us as possible." Besides, you know all the "best" jokes will be reserved for the special edition DVD ("What They Couldn't Show You in Theaters!!!")

4. Casanova (romance, rated R, directed by Lasse Hallstroem, written by Jeffrey Hatcher, Kimberly Simi, and Michael Cristofer)

Synopsis: That guy, in Venice, back in the day, with all the kissing and swordfighting.

Snap judgment: I guess Heath Ledger insisted on having this movie come out as soon after Brokeback Mountain as possible so he'd have a chance to reassert his masculinity. On the other hand, he does wear a lot of tights and masks in this one. Anyway, Lasse Hallstroem has directed some good movies (What's Eating Gilbert Grape), some apparently good ones that I haven't seen (The Cider House Rules), and a really truly horrible excuse for dragging cameras up to the lush countryside and getting a bunch of English and American actors to talk with French accents (Chocolat). Casanova looks more like the latter, with the added bonus of Sienna Miller.

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So there you go. Do with the snap judgments what you will. Frankly, based on this week's spectrum of releases, making it a Blockbuster night (or better yet, a Netflix night) would probably be a good plan.

Fun With Phone Cam: Arrested Development

When I was over at Nick's house on Tuesday for Scrubs night (post to follow), we watched the most recent episode of Arrested Development. I'm not sure why I don't watch that show. I really should. God knows I laughed at this for a good solid fifteen minutes. I'm still laughing. See.

Remake Madness: Good vs. Evil

While we’re on the L.Lo tip and since next Friday is a 13th, it’s only fitting that we discuss an otherwise pyrotechnic movie that was unspeakably butchered by the recent remake: Freaky Friday.

The original Freaky Friday, circa 1976, starring Jodie Foster and Barbara Harris as Annabel and Ellen Andrews, can do no wrong by me. This movie is a classic and there’s rarely a time when I’m not down for a viewing. It absolutely reeks of that special heartwarming simplicity Disney possessed in the seventies, complete with a quirky musical backdrop and sans modernized neuroses.


The Freaky Friday of 2003, starring Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis, on the other hand, is so riddled with run of the mill dimestore neuroticisms of the “updated version” variety, that it’s blatantly apparent the changes were made strictly for the sake of trying to cash in on a great film for a second time without plagiarizing the original predecessor and thereby hooking the 25 years later audience. It so desperately tries to be of the oh-so-overhauled PC nuclear family persuasion that it’s quite sickening.


The “writers” (the fact that there’s more than one should immediately tell you something) totally dropped the awkward tomboy with crush on nerdy older neighbor boy shtick and went for the angsty rocker brat with crush on older high school TA? Seriously, WTF? Where’s the fun in that?

The worst part is that they totally lost the relationship between Annabel (or “Anna” in the remake, if you will) and her brother. I think something went terribly wrong if I ended up hating the character I’m supposed to sympathize with and like.

Just for fun (because we at Pop Whore love fun) let’s check off some of the revolting remake carnage:

Single psychiatrist mom? Check.
Random and totally worthless filler characters? Check.
Grotesque product placement? Check.
Teen actress singing “original” song as credits roll? Check.
Chad Michael Murray? Ew. I mean, check.

And so it goes...ad nauseum, ad infinitum. A word to the wise...skip the remake! Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby.

Oh yeah...and if they so much as go near “Candleshoe,” they’re fucking dead!

Double Trouble

So you know how Lindsay Lohan was hospitalized after New Year's in Miami for a "severe asthma attack?" Yes, those are quotations but they're actually "quotations."

Well, imagine our "surprise" this morning when reading this.

Oh Lindsay, way to be an individual and avoid cliche. But hey, get well soon.

Non-Fat MOCA

On New Year’s Eve, Nick, The Sparkler and I ventured out to the Museum Of Contemporary Art to check out the “Masters of American Comics” exhibit. It was a real eye opening experience into the lives of comic writers/illustrators.

I was especially jazzed to see Robert Crumb. The Sparkler wanted to see Art Spiegelman and Nick wanted to see Charles Schulz. Unfortunately, the Schulz exhibit was at the Hammer. But not to fear kiddies, Nick and Snoopy will undoubtedly see each other soon enough.

If you plan on checking out the exhibit, be sure to give yourself plenty of time because there’s A LOT to see. And for those of you unfamiliar with the MOCA, they usually do a really great job with big exhibitions. A few years ago, they had a mind boggling Warhol exhibition and the Basquiat one this past fall was incredible.

If you’re not that into comics, you can always go check out Damian Ortega’s awesomely deconstructed VW Beetle that’s now on display.


Since I’ve already got you guys here...let’s talk about "Crumb." If you’ve never seen it, I highly recommend this film. It’s one of the best and well put together documentaries I’ve ever seen. If ever you feel compelled to take a look a disturbingly dark look into the world of “underground comix” or just fucked up people, this is the film for you.


And if you need any further testimonial to its weirdness, David Lynch is one of the film’s producers. Enough said.

The return of ShoppingBuddy and MovieFone

Nick: Where the hell's Eti? We need to confer online about season 2!
ShoppingBuddy: Hmm, that's not gonna get you anywhere with me.
Nick: I don't have time for this... have you seen her or not?
ShoppingBuddy: Mm hm. Such negativity. You are in need of some holiday spirit! Type M.
LosAngelesNick: No, I'm not typing M, I'm just asking you a simple question
ShoppingBuddy: OK, I'm searching for matches 4 U. Gimme a sec...
ShoppingBuddy: I didn't find any good matches 4 U but may I ask you a question?
LosAngelesNick: No, I'll just track her down myself... thanks for nothing, lame-o.
ShoppingBuddy: You're very welcome!

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Nick: Did you hear what that idiot ShoppingBuddy was rambling on about?
MovieFone: Type # next to movie to see showtimes, M to go back to the Main Menu or anything else to search again.
Nick: Oy. Now you're on the shitlist too.
MovieFone: I think so ;-)
LosAngelesNick: You know so, don't you, Lieutenant?