The immortal line, "you lie down with pigs, you come up smellin' like garbage," I have used as a signature line on message boards for many, many years.
This movie NEEDS to be on DVD. I still have the VHS copy of the flick.
First off, "The Oscar" has its own private lexicon, its secret language. Not content to call hitchhiking, well, hitchhiking, it is called here "busting thumb." "Fat honey-dripper" or "soft in the gourd" is a term of apparent disparagement. "Birdseed," an expletive. People don’t just endure stress in "Oscar"-speak; they have "thrombos," a phrase later expropriated by Austin Powers. They don’t flatter, they "spread the pollen around." And "like a junkie shooting pure quicksilver" into our veins, this "Oscar"-speak eventually transforms into actual dialogue.
And what dialogue!
What’s not to like about using the line "You lie down with pigs, you come up smelling like garbage!" not once, not twice, but three times? And there is so much more. In a bedroom argument with Frankie, German then-bombshell Elke Sommer delivers the following gem almost phonetically: "You should put that speech on tape, It’s gotten to be a fireproof, gold-plated, diamond-encrusted excuse for never talking to me."
Frankie, or as Hymie refers to him, "Snarly Fane, the boy-faced dog!" has weighed in earlier. "You free-thinkers confuse me. Put a little chlorophyll in the conversation!" Over to Elke. "Take one from column A and two from column B, you get an egg roll either way. I am the end result of everything I've ever learned, all I ever hope to be, and all the experiences I've ever had." Frankie has had enough. "Will you stop beating on my ears! I’ve had it up to here with all this bring-down! I’m First off, "The Oscar" has its own private lexicon, its secret language. Not content to call hitchhiking, well, hitchhiking, it is called here "busting thumb." "Fat honey-dripper" or "soft in the gourd" is a term of apparent disparagement. "Birdseed," an expletive. People don’t just endure stress in "Oscar"-speak; they have "thrombos," a phrase later expropriated by Austin Powers. They don’t flatter, they "spread the pollen around." And "like a junkie shooting pure quicksilver" into our veins, this "Oscar"-speak eventually transforms into actual dialogue.
And what dialogue!
What’s not to like about using the line "You lie down with pigs, you come up smelling like garbage!" not once, not twice, but three times? And there is so much more. In a bedroom argument with Frankie, German then-bombshell Elke Sommer delivers the following gem almost phonetically: "You should put that speech on tape, It’s gotten to be a fireproof, gold-plated, diamond-encrusted excuse for never talking to me."
Frankie, or as Hymie refers to him, "Snarly Fane, the boy-faced dog!" has weighed in earlier. "You free-thinkers confuse me. Put a little chlorophyll in the conversation!" Over to Elke. "Take one from column A and two from column B, you get an egg roll either way. I am the end result of everything I've ever learned, all I ever hope to be, and all the experiences I've ever had." Frankie has had enough. "Will you stop beating on my ears! I’ve had it up to here with all this bring-down! I’m me! If you don’t like what you see, then change the scenery!" And of course, there is Hymie, watching it all go down to the wire. "You finally made it, Frankie! Oscar night! And here you sit, on top of a glass mountain called Success. Ever think about it? I do, friend Frankie, I do..."
And in conclusion, Hymie puts it best. "Man, what a scene," he notes. "Forget it!"
If only we could.
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