“The boy playing the piano…” Arrggghhh!!
Carry on.
I know cringe
And now, the Ten Dollar Solo!!
She certainly wouldn’t turn down rescue by a short Nazi.
Yeah, just a bit.
This film is a perfect example of Bogarting. Full conversations without taking the cig outta his mouth. 
Dun dun dun!
My Gods her cheekbones are stunning. And now I feel like the Predator looking over an especially well-shaped skull. :mad:
So it’s just that he’s always smoking? I guess the selfish and/or mindless connotations came later…
Gonna be awkward in the Lazlo suite tonight.
Someone’s camping out on the couch for sure.
IMDb says she died of lymphoma.
Somehow I imagine that she was hanging upside down and skinned first. :eek:
“Are you ever going to bed?”
“No.”
“You ever going to bed?”
“No.”
“Me neither.”
“Let’s drink.”
Had this conversation with friends many times.
We’ll get drunk…
What do ya mean, get ??
Love Max Steiner’s score in this.
He was John Williams before John Williams.
“Play it again, Sam.”
Paraphrasing, of course.
If ever I get mega rich I’m going to hire Bear M to follow me around with a keyboard and play mood music for me wherever I go.
“Who are you really, and what were you before?”
Everyone needs a theme song and mood music whereever they go. Plays in my head all the time.
There was. He’s dead.
“I’m feeling better”
Never ask a woman that. You don’t want to know.