The heart wants what it wants.
I have bad reflexes. I was once run over by a car being pushed by two guys.
But what if everyone in the world behaved like me and came here and shot Brisseau through the ear? What a mess! And of course we'd need valet parking.
If my films don't show a profit, I know I'm doing something right.
It's just gossip, you know. Gossip is the new pornography.
Who's the bigger idiot, the idiot or the idiot who gets fooled by the idiot?