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| Year: | 2004 |
| Rating: | 6.2(39162) |
| Listed in: | Comedy, Crime, Thriller |
| Directed by: | Ethan Coen Joel Coen |
| Actors: | Tom Hanks Marlon Wayans J.K. Simmons Tzi Ma Ryan Hurst Irma P. Hall |
| "The greatest criminal minds of all time have finally met their match." | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
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| Ethan Coen | |
| Joel Coen | |
| Actors | |
| Tom Hanks | as Professor G.H. Dorr |
| Marlon Wayans | as Gawain MacSam |
| J.K. Simmons | as Garth Pancake |
| Tzi Ma | as The General |
| Ryan Hurst | as Lump Hudson |
| George Wallace | as Sheriff Wyner |
| John McConnell | as Deputy Sheriff |
| Jason Weaver | as Weemack Funthes |
| Stephen Root | as Fernand Gudge |
| Walter K. Jordan | as Elron |
| George Anthony Bell | as Preacher |
| Greg Grunberg | as TV Commercial Director |
| Robert Baker | as Quarterback |
| Blake Clark | as Football Coach |
| Amad Jackson | as Doughnut Gangster |
| Aldis Hodge | as Doughnut Gangster |
| Jeremy Suarez | as Li'l Gawain |
| Khalil East | as Gawain's Brother |
| Al Fann | as Church Voice |
| Maurice Watson | as Othar |
| Bruce Campbell | as Humane Society Worker |
| Michael Dotson | as Angry Football Fan |
| Actresses | |
| Irma P. Hall | as Marva Munson |
| Diane Delano | as Mountain Girl |
| Lyne Odums | as Rosalie Funthes |
| Hallie Singleton | as Craft Service |
| Freda Foh Shen | as Doughnut Woman |
| Paula Martin | as Gawain's Mama |
| Te Te Benn | as Gawain's Sister |
| Jennifer Echols | as Waffle Hut Waitress |
| Nita Norris | as Tea Lady |
| Vivian Smallwood | as Tea Lady |
| Maryn Tasco | as Tea Lady |
| Muriel Whitaker | as Tea Lady |
| Jessie Bailey | as Tea Lady |
| Louisa Abernathy | as Church Voice |
| Mildred Dumas | as Church Voice |
| Mi Mi Green-Fann | as Church Voice |
Movie info
| Languages: | English, Vietnamese |
| Filming dates: | 23 June 2003 - ? |
| Budget: | USD 35,000,000 |
| Gross: |
USA - 39,799,191 USD (15 July 2004) UK - 565,137 GBP (27 June 2004) Italy - 652,977 EUR (13 June 2004) Netherlands - 248,347 EUR (4 July 2004) |
| Plot: | A remake of the 1955 comedy, the story revolves around a Southern professor who puts together a group of thieves to rob a casino. They rent a room in an old woman's house, but soon she discovers the plot and they must kill her, a task that is more difficult than it seems. |
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Original Soundtracks
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"Come, Let Us Go Back to God" Written by Thomas A. Dorsey (as Thomas Dorsey) Performed by The Soul Stirrers Courtesy of Specialty Records, Inc./Fantasy, Inc. "Trouble of This World" Traditional Arranged by T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett), Bill Maxwell and Keefus Ciancia Produced by T-Bone Burnett (as T Bone Burnett), Bill Maxwell and Keefus Ciancia Live Performance by Rose Stone with The Venice Four and The Abbot Kinney Lighthouse Choir "Trouble in, Trouble Out" Written by William Hughes , Brian Scott, Melvin Adams , Ron Clutch (as Ronald Wilson), Keefus Ciancia, T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett) Produced by T-Bone Burnett (as T Bone Burnett) and Keefus Ciancia Performed by Nappy Roots Courtesy of Atlantic Records Contains a sample of "Trouble Of This World" Traditional Performed by Bill Landford & The Landfordaires Courtesy of Columbia Records by arrangement with Sony Music Licensing "Jesus I'll Never Forget" Written by Roy Crain Performed by The Soul Stirrers Courtesy of Specialty Records, Inc./Fantasy, Inc. "Troubled, Lord I'm Troubled" Traditional Performed by Bill Landford & The Landfordaires Courtesy of Columbia Records by arrangement with Sony Music Licensing "Trouble of This World (Coming Home)" Written by William Hughes , Melvin Adams , Kenneth Anthony, Brian Scott, Ernest Franklin , T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett) Produced by Sol Messiah for SME, LLC, Tahir for Hedrush, LLC and T-Bone Burnett Performed by Nappy Roots Chorus Performed by Rose Stone , Freddie Stone and Lisa Stone Nappy Roots appears courtesy Of Atlantic Records Contains a sample of "Trouble Of This World" Traditional Performed by Bill Landford & The Landfordaires Courtesy of Columbia Records by arrangement with Sony Music Licensing "Come, Let Us Go Back to God" Written by Thomas A. Dorsey (as Thomas Dorsey) Performed by Donnie McClurkin Courtesy of Verity Records "Sinners" Written by Phonte Coleman (as P. Coleman), Thomas Louis Jones (as T. Jones), Patrick Douthit (as P. Douthit), T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett) Produced by Patrick Douthit (as 9th Wonder) for the Planet, Inc. and T-Bone Burnett (as T Bone Burnett) Performed by Little Brother Courtesy of ABB Records, LLC Contains a sample of "A Christian's Plea" Traditional Performed by Claude Jeter and The Swan Silvertones Courtesy of Liquid 8 Records "Another Day, Another Dollar" Written by Brian Scott, Vito Tisdale, William Hughes , Taylor Massey, Freddie Macintosh, T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett) Produced by Taylor Made and T-Bone Burnett Additional Production by Freddie Mac for Black Rockers of America Entertainment Performed by Nappy Roots Courtesy of Atlantic Records Contains a sample of "A Christian's Plea" Traditional Performed by Claude Jeter and The Swan Silvertones Courtesy of Liquid 8 Records "Let Your Light Shine On Me" Traditional Arranged by Blind Willie Johnson Performed by Blind Willie Johnson Courtesy of Columbia Records by arrangement with Sony Music Licensing "Let the Light from the Lighthouse Shine On Me" Traditional Arranged by Bill Maxwell , T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett) Produced by T-Bone Burnett (as T Bone Burnett) and Bill Maxwell Performed by The Venice Four with Rose Stone and The Abbot Kinney Lighthouse Choir "Yes" Traditional Arranged by Jerry Peters, Bill Maxwell , T-Bone Burnett (as Henry Burnett) Produced by T-Bone Burnett (as T Bone Burnett) and Bill Maxwell Performed by The Abbot Kinney Lighthouse Choir featuring Kristle Murden "Any Day Now" Written by Faidest Wagoner and Jean Butler Performed by The Soul Stirrers Courtesy of Specialty Records, Inc./Fantasy, Inc. "Weeping Mary" Traditional Performed by Rosewell Sacred Harp Quartet Courtesy of Shanachie Entertainment Corp. "Concerto Grosso in D Major, Op. 6, No. 4" by Arcangelo Corelli Performed by Capella Istropolitana Conducted by Jaroslav Krcek Courtesy of Naxos of America, Inc. "Minuet, Opus 13 No. 5" by Luigi Boccherini Performed by Orchestra di Camera di Roma Conducted by Nicholas Flagello (as Flagello) Courtesy of Music Copyright Solutions, plc |
Goofs
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Crew: At the beginning of the movie, we are looking through the eyes of Lump Hudson when a member of the other team approaches him. Before the ball is snapped, the crew is reflected in the other player's helmet. Continuity: The Professor's hands and glasses change when he sits down after recounting a poem of Edgar Allen Poe to Marva. CHAR: Professor Dorr says the University of Mississippi is in Hattiesburg. It's actually in Oxford. The University of Southern Mississippi is in Hattiesburg. While it may be Dorr's error, it seems unlikely that Mrs. Munson, a Mississippi native, wouldn't notice. CHAR: Dorr pretends to lead a Renaissance music ensemble. The first time we hear them pretending to be rehearsing, the boom box is playing Boccherini. Continuity: During Professor Dorr's recitation of Poe at Mrs. Munson's tea, the amount of wax that has dripped down from the candles behind him changes from shot to shot. Continuity: The cup in Lump's hands changes when he is drying the dishes. BOOM: Shadow of boom mic on the door as Dorr leads Munson into the kitchen after the poetry recital. Continuity: After the robbery, when they talk about how to kill the old lady, Pancake's injured hand is no longer taped. Continuity: The Professor refers to the "lovely... morn" minutes after Ms Munson exchanged "good afternoons" with the sheriff. CHAR: Professor Dorr explains that his ensemble plays Renaissance music. Later, He says the music comes from the Rococo period. The two styles are completely different, and separated by a span of about 150 years. Continuity: The second time Lump is tackled, it is by the large white player. When he falls, the skinny black player walks by. Continuity: SPOILER: After Gawain reenters the basement, his gun's upper assembly changes from black to silver. Continuity: When Mrs Munson is sitting in front of the painting at the very beginning of the movie, we see her knitting in an over-the-shoulder-shot and she wraps the wool round her fingers. When the camera changes, she does it again, although the wool actually is already wrapped around her hand. Fact errors: When Tom Hanks' character is explaining their goings on in the basement, he says they hit a pocket of natural gas (which explains the explosions), knowing what it was by the smell of "rotten eggs". It is a known fact that natural gas has no smell naturally, but is in fact given it by the gas company so leaks can be noticed before they reach lethal levels. Continuity: When Gawain pulls his gun on Garth in the Waffle House, the way he holds the gun differs between the camera angles. GEOG: The movie is set in a fictional town of Saucier, MS, which is along the Mississippi River and is the home of a riverboat casino. The real Saucier does not have a casino, is approximately 200 miles from the Mississippi River, and is located approximately 25 miles north of Biloxi, MS, in northern Harrison County. GEOG: Mrs. Munson mentions her neighbor went down and bought a new stereo at the Costco in Pascagoula. Pascagoula is located on the Mississippi Gulf Coast near the Alabama/Mississippi state line - not on the Mississippi River. In addition, there is no Costco in Pascagoula, MS. |
Quotes
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Professor G.H. Dorr: You, madam, are addressing a man, who is in fact quiet... and yet, not quiet, if I may offer to you a riddle. Gawain MacSam: You brought your bitch to the Waffle Hut? [to Garth] Gawain MacSam: Fuck you *and* the Swiss Miss! Waffle Hut Waitress: Have you all decided? Professor G.H. Dorr: Madam, we must have waffles! We must all have waffles forthwith! We must all think, and we must all have waffles, and think each and every one of us to the very best of his ability... Marva Munson: Sheriff, you got to hep that boy. Sheriff Wyner: You want me to hep him? Marva Munson: Extend that hepping hand. Marva Munson: Don't make me wanna go hippety-hop. Lump Hudson: [pointing gun at Professor] Who looks stupid now? [cocks gun, but nothing comes out] Lump Hudson: No bullets. [looks in gun and it shoots in his eyes] Gawain MacSam: [about Ms. Munson] I can't do it. She reminds me of my mama. Garth Pancake: [groans] IBS. Gawain MacSam: You be what? Professor G.H. Dorr: I scarcely contain my glee. Professor Dorr: [climbing up a tree after the cat] I was a positive lemur. Preacher: I smite, you smite, he smites, we done smote! Gawain MacSam: Motherfuck! Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes. Unfortunately, Mrs. Munson has rather complicated the situation. Gawain MacSam: Yeah, well, I know how to decomplicate it. You bust a cap in that old bitch's head, everything be simple. Professor G.H. Dorr: Not easy to do. Many reasons. Practical ones. Quiet neighborhood, sleepy town. Reasons of moral repugnance. A harmless woman, a deed conceived and executed in cold blood. Oh, no, Gawain, would that it were simple. Gawain MacSam: Well, fuck, man! What we gonna do? Give the money back and go to church? Professor G.H. Dorr: I shudder. I quake. You, sir, are a Buddhist. Is there not a "middle" way? The General: Mm. Must float like a leaf on the river of life... and kill old lady. Marva Munson: Niggas! Two thousand years after Jesus, thirty years after Martin Luther King, the age of Montel; sweet Lord of mercy is that where we at? Marva Munson: The apostle John said, "Behold, there is a stranger in our midst come to destroy us." Professor G.H. Dorr: And what, to flog a horse, that if not dead is at this point in mortal danger of expiring, does this little square represent? Professor G.H. Dorr: [soon after he has fallen from a tree] I also hold a number of other advanced degrees, including the baccalaureate from a school in Paris, France, called the Sorbonne. Marva Munson: Sore bone. Well, that fits. Garth Pancake: Do you know who the Freedom Riders were, MacSam? Gawain MacSam: No, and I don't give a fuck. Just tell me when the fuck they gonna leave. Garth Pancake: The Freedom Riders, my fine young man, were a group of concerned liberals from up north, all working together, just like we are here. Involved citizens who came down here so that local black folk could have their civil liberties. So that people like you could have the vote. Gawain MacSam: You know what, man? Garth Pancake: What, brother? Gawain MacSam: I don't vote. So fuck you. Gawain MacSam: Would you tell this muthafucka he can sew this shit back on? It's like that dude whose wife cut his dick off, threw it on the freeway? She just called Triple A, they towed the dick and sewed the muthafucka back on. Listen up, jackass, I saw the muthafucka in a porno, the thang still worked, it looked like a chewed-up frank, but that little muthafucka be workin' that muthafucka. It's mangly, but he be fuckin' the bitch all kind of ways with a twisted dick. Marva Munson: [walking in after the explosion in the basement] Professor, I'm surprised! Professor G.H. Dorr: Well... uh... properly speaking, madam, we are surprised. You are taken aback. Though I do acknowledge that the sense that you intend is gaining increasing currency through its use, yes. Marva Munson: Now I want to know what's goin' on. Professor G.H. Dorr: Oh, indeed, indeed. The thirst for knowledge is a very commendable thing. Though I do believe that when you hear the explanation you shall laugh riotously, slappin' your knee and perhaps even wipin' away a giddy tear, relieved of your former concern. Lump here is an avid collector of Indian arrowheads, and having found one simply lying on your cellar floor - a particularly rare artifact of the Natchez tribe? Lump Hudson: Nats... what? Professor G.H. Dorr: He enlisted the entire ensemble in an all-out effort to sift through the subsoil in search of others. And apparently, in doing so, we hit a mother lode of natural gas. I myself became acutely aware of the smell of "rotten eggs." And it was just at this inopportune moment that the General here violated the cardinal rule of this house and lit himself a cigarette. The General: So sorry. Marva Munson: Well, what about all that money? Professor G.H. Dorr: Ah. The money. Well, the money is Mr. Pancake's. Garth Pancake: That's right. Professor G.H. Dorr: Who only just remortgaged his home in order to raise the money for a surgical procedure that will correct the wandering eye of his common-law wife, Mountain Water, who suffers from astigmia, strabismus and a general curdling of the vitreous jelly. Mr. Pancake is an ardent foe of the Federal Reserve, and is, in fact, one of those eccentrics one often reads about hoardin' his entire life savings, in Mr. Pancake's case, in a Hefty bag that is his constant companion. The Steel Sak. Garth Pancake: Don't trust the banks. Never have. Doughnut Gangster: We want that doughnut money! Professor G.H. Dorr: Why, this is most irregular. Garth Pancake: Oh look at this, I got blueberry syrup on my safari jacket. [repeated line] Garth Pancake: Easiest thing in the world. [first lines] Sheriff Wyner: Unh... Oh! Afternoon, Miss Munson. Marva Munson: Afternoon, Sheriff. You know the Funthes boy? [last lines] Marva Munson: Pickles! Oh, Lord. Pickles! Gawain MacSam: Damn skippy! Gawain MacSam: You just fart? Marva Munson: This is a Christian house, boy. No hippity-hop language in here. Professor G.H. Dorr: Uh, can you wield the device with your maimed extremity? Professor G.H. Dorr: Perhaps if you apologize to the man, gave him flowers... uh... perhaps a fruit basket with a card depicting a misty seascape and inscribed with a sentiment. Gawain MacSam: I ain't apologisin' to that mutha fuckuh. He fired me because I'm black! Professor G.H. Dorr: Surely a chocolate assortment has been known to melt the heart of even the hardest misanthrope. Gawain MacSam: That muthuhfuckuh ain't rollin over for no candybar! Professor G.H. Dorr: Allow me to introduce myself formally. Goldthwait Higginson Dorr, Ph.D Marva Munson: Like Elmer? Professor G.H. Dorr: I beg your pardon, madam? Marva Munson: Fudd. Lump Hudson: I can't really play the buttsack. Professor G.H. Dorr: Madam, or rather, mesdames, you must accept our apologies for not bein' able to perform, for, as you see, we are shorthanded. Gawain is still at work, and we could no more play with one part tacit than a horse could canter shy one leg. Perhaps I could offer, as a poor but ready substitute, a brief poetic recital. Though I do not pretend to any great oratorical skills, I would be happy to present, with your ladies' permission, verse from the unquiet mind of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Ladies, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore, to his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, thy Naiad airs have brought me home to the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome. Professor G.H. Dorr: What do you think, General? Present any problems? Good then. Gentlemen, why don't we crowd around and go over the plan? Gentlemen, this is the Bandit Queen. Gambling den. Cash cow. Sodom of the Mississippi Delta and the focus of our little exercise. Here is Orchard Street. Here is the residence of Marva Munson, the charming lady whom you all met moments ago. Gentlemen, I'm sure you're all aware that the Solons of the state of Mississippi, to wit, its legislature, have decreed that no gaming establishment shall be erected within its borders upon dry land. They may, however, legally float. While the gambling activity is restricted to these riverboats, no such restrictions apply to the functions ancillary to this cash-besotted business. The casino's offices, locker rooms, facilities to cook and clean, and, most importantly, its counting houses, the reinforced, secret, super-secure repositories of the lucre, may all be situated... wherever. Gawain, where is "wherever"? Gawain MacSam: Say what? Professor G.H. Dorr: Where's the money? Gawain MacSam: Oh. OK, look. At the end of every shift, pit boss brings the cash down to the hold of the ship in a locked cashbox, and once a day all the cash is moved down to the countin' room. Professor G.H. Dorr: And where is the counting room? Gawain MacSam: Uh... it be right there in that square where you pointin'. Professor G.H. Dorr: And what, to flog a horse that if not dead is at this point in mortal danger of expiring, does this little square represent? Gawain MacSam: Offices. Underground. Professor G.H. Dorr: Ha! Underground! Mmm! Underground. During the casino's hours of operation, the door to this counting room is fiercely guarded. The door itself is of redoubtable Pittsburgh steel. When the casino closes this entire underground complex is locked up, and the armed guard retreats to the casino's main entrance. There, then, far from the guard, reposes the money, behind a five-inch-thick steel portal, yes. But the walls... the walls are but humble masonry behind which is only the soft, loamy soil deposited over centuries by the Old Man, the meanderin' Mississippi, as it fanned its way back and forth across the great alluvial plain, leaving earth. This earth. The General here, whose curriculum vitae comprehends massive tunnelin' experience through the soil of his native French Indochina, shall be directin' our little old tunnelin' operation. Garth Pancake, though a master of none, is a jack of all those trades corollary to our aim. He will be doin' such fabricatin' and demolition work - as our little caper shall require. Garth Pancake: Happy to be on board. Professor G.H. Dorr: Gawain is our proverbial "inside man." He has managed to secure himself a berth on the stodial staff of the Bandit Queen. Gawain MacSam: Damn skippy! Professor G.H. Dorr: And this brings us to Lump. To look at Lump, you might wonder what specialized expertise could he possibly offer our merry little old band of miscreants. Well, gentlemen, in a project of such risks, it is imperative to enlist the services of a hooligan, a goon, an ape, a physical brute. Someone who will be our security, our battering ram, our blunt instrument. And, on our behalf, I wish him a warm Mississippi welcome. Garth Pancake: Fuckin' A. Gawain MacSam: Whassup, my nigga? Professor G.H. Dorr: Well, gentlemen, here you are. Men of different backgrounds and differing talents. Men with, in fact, but two things in common: One, you all saw fit to answer my advertisement in the Memphis Scimitar, and two, you're all going to be, in consequence, very, very, incredibly... rich. Let us revel in our adventure, gentlemen. Let us make beautiful music together, and, by all means, let us keep this to ourselves. What we say in this root cellar, let it stay in this root cellar. Lump Hudson: There's no "I" in "team". Professor G.H. Dorr: To penetrate the vault here this afternoon, while Mrs. Munson is at church, havin' blasted that little old rock to pieces durin' Mrs. Munson's choir practice. Garth, can you run us through the game plan for what remains of our tunnel? Garth Pancake: Of course. Why, it's child's play now. Easiest thing in the world. Only a couple of feet separate us from the vault. Just the usual spadework until we get to the masonry of the vault, and then we just drill through. Professor G.H. Dorr: And will you be able to wield the drill with your maimed extremity? Garth Pancake: Oh, well, yeah, I should think so. Yeah, it's, uh, it's only one finger. Inhibits me in doing finer work of course. I'll always have to live with that. Maybe - I'm just thinkin' out loud here - maybe, since as you say there will be problems later, maybe - and I actually mentioned this to Mountain Girl, she agrees with me, so it's not just one person's opinion - maybe, uh... I should get a little extra compensation for the accident. Somewhat larger share. Why, if this was any other line of work, I'd be getting workman's comp. Wouldn't I? Might even have a pretty good lawsuit. Gawain MacSam: Wait, so you gonna sue yourself for blowing your own goddamn finger off? Garth Pancake: Well, now that is simply asinine. Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes, but you see, Garth, this is not what you just called "some other line of work." Garth Pancake: Yeah, no, no, no, but if it were... Professor G.H. Dorr: This is a criminal enterprise, not to put too fine a point on it, entailing any manner of risk not involved in honest labor. Governmental regulations and civic safeguards cannot be assumed to apply to antisocial pursuits. Lump Hudson: Yeah, but he lost his finger. Gawain MacSam: We don't give a fuck! That fool could blow his goddamn dick off, it don't make no nevermind to us! We not payin' this jackass for goin' around blowin' off goddamn body parts! Get yo' fuckin' head out yo' ass, man! Garth Pancake: Look you, there is no call for... The General: No extra share! Garth Pancake: OK. Majority rules. Like I say, it was just a trial balloon. Hand's not so bad really. I even get some phantom feeling. Gawain MacSam: Yeah, you pull on your prick, you get some phantom feelin'. Garth Pancake: Fuck you. Gawain MacSam: Fuck you. Garth Pancake: Fuck you! Gawain MacSam: Fuck you, nubbie! Professor G.H. Dorr: Well, now that that matter is settled, why don't we synchronize our watches before Gawain reports to work. In 20 seconds, it will be exactly 12:16. Fifteen... Garth Pancake: What, it'll be 12:15? Professor G.H. Dorr: No, 15 seconds. Well, 11 seconds now. It'll be 12:16. Eight, seven... Lump Hudson: Professor? Prof...? Professor G.H. Dorr: ...six... five... Yes, Lump! Lump Hudson: I don't have a watch. Marva Munson: You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr? Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes, I must confess. I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes than I do in the hustle-bustle of the modern world. To me, paradoxically, the literature of the so-called "dead tongues" holds more currency than this morning's newspaper. In these books, in these volumes, there is the accumulated wisdom of mankind, which succors me when the day is hard and the night lonely and long. Marva Munson: Mm. The wisdom of mankind, huh? What about the wisdom of the Lord? Professor G.H. Dorr: Oh... Yes, yes. The Good Book, mm. I have found reward in its pages. But, to me, there are other good books as well. Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted with the insights of man's glorious age. And then, of course, I just love, love, love the works of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Marva Munson: Oh, I know who he was. Kinda spooky. Professor G.H. Dorr: No, madam, no, no. Not of this world, it's true. He... he lived in a dream. An ancient dream. Helen, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore to his own native shore. Marva Munson: Who was Helen? Some kinda whore of Babylon? Professor G.H. Dorr: One doesn't know who Helen was... but I picture her as being very, very... extremely... pale. Mrs. Munson, I have been trying to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer. It's just a little old present. Why, it's hardly anything at all. Marva Munson: Oh, why, Mr. Dorr! You are a gallant man. Professor G.H. Dorr: Oh, madam, I blush, I melt. No... I just happened to hear of this gospel concert tomorrow night, "The Mighty, Mighty Clouds of Joy", and I thought you and a friend from church perhaps would...? Marva Munson: Yes, I have a widow lady friend. Professor G.H. Dorr: The concert is up in Memphis, so I have arranged a car service to transport you thither. |
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