Jim is watching “The Enforcer”, and after watching a scene which contained some very unexpected dialogue (I’ve never seen the movie before), I sat here for five whole minutes doing my best “Dirty Harry” impression in J’s face, finger-pointing and all.
“There’s a lot of shooting in this movie, PUNK.”
“Hey, he just shot a nun, PUNK. A NUN.”
“That wasn’t very nice of him, was it, PUNK?”
“Hey, that woman was in a very popular television show in the 80s called ‘Cagney & Lacey’, PUNK.”
“As a matter of fact, that was a show about two lady cops, and it was awesome, PUNK.”
“Hey PUNK, you’re not even listening to me.”
J gave me the side-eye and said, “No, I’m not.”
Way to burst my bubble, PUNK.