So here I am watching The Polar Express with the kids; we’ve just gotten past the point where the boy says “I believe,” then Santa shows up and asks “What was that you said?”
It took manful effort not to say “you heard me just fine, Fatso” at the screen. (Note: I failed to resist on a later viewing, drawing a sharp glance from Lori.)
I’ve seen too many Tarantino flicks.
