Oh yeah, I know some cats just like this.

Having read the original Foundation Trilogy twice, I can give a heartfelt stamp of approval to the BBC radio play of it, apparently it’s from 1977, I had assumed it was at least half a decade older than that. Hope you enjoy, I surely did.

https://youtu.be/d2nls_jN1hw

It seems my mind fine-tuned the phrase without me noticing it, for years I’ve thought of it as:
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity incompetence."

It hits a little harder, I think, because incompetence should be vincible, a condition that can be overcome, implying that it’s a choice, a lazy indifferent choice, a mediocrity.

THE BRIAN
NAMED ITSELF
THE BRIAN
(and he would have gotten away with it, too,
if it hadn’t it been for you meddling kids)

Beavis? Certainly not… but maybe The Great Cornholio can pull it off.

Mario?

Well… since most of the big ones are taken, I’ll throw in:
“Tu madre era una hamster, y tu padre olía a saúco.”

EDIT: Actually, now that I remember, the Spanish from Spain have some breathtaking insults, such as:
“Me cago en la leche de tu madre” - “I shit in your mother’s milk”.

Good

Boy oh boy, do I feel enlightened AND refreshed, by that video summary.

I’d rather smoke with Cary Grant than with Dennis Hopper

Hey Farva!

But it’s Hannibal Lecter!

“You get what you fucking deserve”,
then turns to look at Andre, who freezes
like a deer caught in headlights, pauses
from squeezing a squirting tube of mayo
directly into his own gaping mouth.

No business like show business, baby,
like no other business I know. Baby.

A møøse once bit my sister.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by …

Everybody sing along now!

MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
HEY… SOUL MAKOSSA!

(cue killer horn section)

Manu Dibango my man!

Gag me with a spoon!

That’s early-80s, Valley Girlspeak.

My mom? She’s like a total space cadet.
She makes me do the dishes aaand clean the catbox…?!!
Gross! Barf out! Like I’m sure…! …totally…!

In the 1981 film Excalibur, adapted from “Le Morte d’Arthur” by Sir Thomas Malory.

When after years and years lost to an evil spell, King Arthur is free and strong and purposeful once more, he pays Queen Guinevere a visit, at the convent where she had retreated from the world and had become a nun.

In her chamber, Guinevere reaches under her bed and produces what seems like a miracle: Excalibur itself, which Arthur had regarded as utterly lost. As Arthur takes and wields Excalibur in a mixture of disbelief and delight, Guinevere whispers happily, “I kept it”.

Then Arthur reels off these parting words, which I shall try to reconstruct from pure memory:

I have often dreamt, that in the hereafter of our lives,
when I am just a man, and owe no more to the future,
you will come to me, and claim me yours,
and know that I am your husband. It is a dream I have…

Then Arthur turns, wielding Excalibur, and leaves, en route to fulfill his destiny for one final time.

Your Majesty has arrived. Porters! Bellboys! Concierge! ATTEND!!!

What an electrifying post!

Sure, I’ll tell ya what the secret is… tomorrow.