so this post was originally going to be my second "as transcripted while watching" post. it is now my "as transcripted from memory" post. see the lovely handcrafted picture (left) for additional information.indulge me on the slight variation. and without further ado, independence day:
first lady: so what do you do?
jasmine: i'm a dancer.
first lady: mmmm. ballet.
jasmine: naw. exotic.
first lady: i'm sorry.
jasmine: don't be. it pays (the rent, well, something). besides. my baby's worth it.
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jasmine: c'mere baby. i want you to meet the first lady.
first lady: i didn't think you recognized me.
jasmine: yeah. well. i didn't want to say anything. i voted for the *other* guy.
now you may be thinking... ah. this is a political statement. no. not at all. this is all about being an exotic dancer. i'm not one. but i could be. because i. am. hot. or delusional. i can't remember which one it is.
add on after the fact: i just thought of something. exotic dancing = poles. voting = polls. oh. the irony of play-on-words.
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8 honks (aka comments):
Hot. Definitely hot. And if your dream is to be an exotic dancer, then I support you.
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I love you.
Beautiful blog I enjoyed my visit.
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i cant see it :(
LOL -- you crack me up!
you have one of those freakishly good memories, don't you??? to remember lines in movies... or at least the jist of them?! hahaha.
i bet you memorize all the lyrics to songs too, right?!
Ha, love this! Found your blog from your comment on lulu's sandbar. Funny stuff!
the funny thing is that when i am remembering a scene from a movie i am usually doing the dishes. since this is such a mundane chore, the dishes get done on auto pilot, so i can fully entrall myself in the memory. i usually get jolted back to reality because my 7 year old will tug on my shirt and ask "mom, who is forrest and why are you screaming for him to run?"
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