To recover from Spider-man’s train wreck, the trio try a movie that looks like at least one person gave a shit..
Cammy: Movie of the year. Every year.
Alan: That’s nice. Where the hell is my car?
Byron: I thought the first act dragged a bit, but I really enjoyed it. It was charming.
Alan: If you two could hop off of Wes Anderson’s dick for a moment, I’m trying to get us home.
Byron: Come on. Even you had to have enjoyed that a little.
Alan: It was fine.
Cammy: It was glorious.
Byron: Is she okay?
Alan: Has she ever been okay?
Cammy: I’m still here.
Alan: Great. You can help me find the Volvo.
Byron: Didn’t that put you in a better mood?
Alan: It was trying a bit too hard to be precious for my taste.
Cammy: That’s because you don’t have a soul.
Alan: It’s the best thing in theaters.
Alan: Do you want to walk home?
Cammy: Come on.
Alan: It’s the best thing in theaters. There. The best in months, really. But that movie was at serious risk of disappearing up its own ass.
Byron: I loved the insane preteen scouts. It reminded me of my own troop.
Byron: We were armed to the teeth. I think my bunkmate had a switchblade.
Byron: It was a different time.
Cammy: We’re nineteen. How different could it have been?
Byron: 9/11 changed everything.
Cammy: I don’t think it changed concealed weapon laws. For children.
Byron: Well…how about that Wes Anderson flick? Nice visuals. It reminded me of…art things.
Alan: It reminded me of every other movie he’s ever made.
Cammy: I smell heresy.
Alan: Historically interchangeable with truth.
Byron: The Volvo’s over there. You double parked.
Alan: I like to have a buffer state.
Byron: Someone’s going to slash your tires one day.
Alan: Where are my keys?