I'm trying to remember where I saw this and hoping one of you know. I've had great luck in the past from you guys so anything would be appreciated
I think it's from a tv show, nothing I watched just happened to catch this clip on tv I suppose. Anyway was a man in i think a park or some area where people walked around. I believe he wore glasses. He would hold his index and thumb up to his eye and squish people's heads and he'd say I'm squishing your head.
Any clues? It's driving me nuts that I can't place it. Thanks in advance for any help.
Shashonna Illumenada
Enchanter Extraordinaire!
Owner of the Snake Stick
Bruce: Last time I saw him, we didn't even talk. We just watched "The Flintstones."
Kevin: It's always that way. The last time you see someone you just wish you had said more.
Dave: Yeah, but it's not like you know it's going to be the last time, right? I mean, if you knew it was going to be the last time, you'd say something.
Scott: Anything.
Dave: Yeah.
Mark: The stuff I remember about Reg--it's the little stuff like how he'd always make sure you had a lift home.
Dave: Even if you had your car with you he'd still insist on giving you a lift. Of course, the next day, you'd have to go back for your car. But, he'd give you a lift then, too, if he could.
Bruce: . . .If he could.
Mark: To Reg!
Kevin: My God, he could skate! I never saw a man more graceful on two blades and a sheet of ice.
Scott: Remember his hair?
All: Yeah.
Scott: It was always perfect.
Dave: Yet, you never saw him with a comb.
Mark: I can't believe he's dead.
Scott: To Reg!
Dave: To Reg!
Rest: To Reg!
Dave: Gee, you know guys, it seems like only yesterday we were a bunch of kids hangin' out, gettin' Slurpees. Next thing you know we all got jobs.
Kevin: . . .Or girlfriends. Next thing you know, they're moving in with ya.
Bruce: Next thing you know, you're out buying piano wire, good strong piano wire, and sneakin' up on ol' Reg while he reads.
Dave: Jobs become careers.
Kevin: Girlfriends become wives.
Bruce: And Reg becomes a lifeless corpse in your arms.
Scott: Kinda--it kinda makes you think about the fragility of life.
Mark: Not really. Remember how he fought back?
Scott: What a death grip! Almost broke my wrists!
Dave: Hey--easy to beat up; hard to kill.
All: To Reg!
Kevin: I wonder where he is now.
Scott: What?
Mark: He's in his shallow grave.
Dave: Yeah, out by the tracks. Don't you remember?
Kevin: No, no, no, no, no. I know where his corpse is. I meant spiritually. I wonder where his soul is.
All: Ohhhh.
Dave: You know guys, I'd like to think, if there is a heaven, our buddy Reg is up there helping folks out, maybe even jamming with Jimi Hendrix.
Scott: I didn't know he could play guitar.
Bruce: Oh, yeah, he was great.
Mark: Just goes to show you--you can kill a guy, fold him up, stuff him in a car trunk, and still you don't *really* know him.
Bruce: Although, you get to know a guy pretty quick when you watch him beg for mercy, eh?
