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Sunday, May 31, 2009

(Orig. posted 10/15/08) The greatest rant about flatulance I've ever heard on film.

(Al Swearengen, pimp/murderer/darkly hilarious owner of the Gem Saloon in HBO's series Deadwood, exhales in dusgust from behind his desk.)

SWEARENGEN: And I wanna know who cut the cheese.

(His assembled henchmen each give hangdog, paranoid glances. But no one claims to have broken wind.)

SWEARENGEN: I'll tell you this for openers. We are going to set off an area on the balcony. And god help whoever doesn't use it. Because the next stink I have to smell in this office - whoever doesn't admit to it is going out the window, into the muck, onto their fucking heads - and we'll see how they like fartin' from that position. Okay?!

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