Posted on 08/12/2005 7:44:26 PM PDT by Callahan
I like it.
I hated Pulp Fiction...EXCEPT for that scene!
The Gold Watch
written by Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary
Captain Koons: Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully...you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out is I'm talkin' to you, Butch. I got somethin' for you. (The Captain sits down and pulls a gold wrist watch from his pocket) This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Made by the first company to ever make wrist watches. Up till then people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by private Doughboy Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. It was your great-grandfather's war watch and he wore it everyday he was in that war. When he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and he was killed -- along with the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death, he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport name of Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold watch. This watch. (holds it up, long pause) This watch was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your Dad looked at it, that watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yella hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His a**. Five long years, he wore this watch up his a**. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my a** two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
If John Edwards had been VP, Chistopher Reeve would have been Christopher Walkin'.
If you were one of 12 people who saw "Envy" before it go s-canned out of the theaters in two days, you know there's not really an argument. Friggin' awful. Actually, Walken is the only thing it has going for it.
Walken creeps me out. He's a bit of a weirdo
Most all media jesters are open weirdos or closet weirdos.
His presence on the Wagner boat when Natalee Wood died is too creepy and suspect as to what really went down that night. Too many shades of Ted Kennedys drowned one night stand. No thanks
William F. Buckley, Jr. once remarked that he'd rather be governed by the first hundred names in the phone book than by the faculty of Harvard University.
It's a perennial favorite. What are we doing with so many professional politicians anyway, is this some kind of aristocracy?
"I feel, as a wealthy american, that I should have no more say than even the least fortunate American citizen. That is why I am for campaign finance reform."
How very naive.
As a wealthy French aristocrat, whose family built civilization, I think it is obvious that folks like me should have a lot more "say" in how countries are run than some laborer with neither education nor drive nor the native sense to understand how things function.
Money is at least a decent proxy for native command ability in America, because amassing money power is itself difficult and requires discipline and patience, if not charisma.
Obviously the wealthy and the gifted should run society, for the benefit of all, naturally. Democracy provides a way to make the rule of the natural aristocracy more palatable to everyone, by giving them a (small) hand in the decision-taking.
However, if you really do let each and every person have identical power, you will not end up with Paris or New York, but Detroit and Newark. If those who are naturally equipped to lead are not permitted to, everything is rounded to the least common denominator of humanity, which is ignorance, violence and squalor.
Of course, Walken is a much better politician than I could ever be on either side of the Atlantic. Some herbs and truths are so bitter that you must never, ever serve them up.
But you want to know what really scares me?
Marsupials.
Simply Hilarious. I doubt if Walken even knows about this.
That one scene with Walken is the high point of the whole flick.
UUUHHHH, Not quite. There are alot of people who have a clear sense of right and wrong. That doesn't mean they're qualified for any administration positions.
America has a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!!! BTTT
uh, okay.
You know what creeps me out even more than Marsupials?
Blastocysts
does he got a plan?
Where does he stand on immigration reform and illegal third world immigration?
What's the chance of talking Pat Paulson out of running for President and taking the second position on Walken's ticket?
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