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Some have called this a singularly "honest" movie, and indeed, Hollywood has been far more deceitful. When he rescues Natalie from the abortionist, for instance, Steve can think of nothing more clever than "C'mon getcher clothes on" which he reiterates six or seven times. But the characters, from Natalie's mother (who might be an ad for La Rosa spaghetti) to her oafish suitor (a sort of diminutive Chef Boyardee), are all pretty familiar...
...Angeles Dodgers in the 1963 World Series. But Yogi was taking no chances. "We had too many pulled muscles last year," he said, ordering ten minutes of rugged calisthenics every day. At practice sessions he was everywhere-gesturing with a fungo bat, exhorting his players ("C'mon now, c'mon . . . let's hustle . . . attaboy . . . here we go . . . let's move"), scribbling furiously in a bulging notebook...
...shelf in his bedroom closet, a ring slipped off his finger and rolled into a crack near a loose board. Casually, David yanked up the board, retrieved the ring-and spotted a dusty, brown paperboard suitcase. The youngster opened it and discovered that it was crammed with mon ey. Clutching fistfuls of bills, David raced to his mother's room. Mrs. Har riet Morris, who at that moment had $1.35 in her pocketbook, $1 in a savings account and $2 in a checking account, called the police. The cops stacked the old bills into a pile totaling...
There were two glimmers of real humor. One had to do with General de Gaulle's fondness for the possessive -how he likes to say "my bomb, my army, my Europe and even, on occasion, mon Dieu." The other was a remark about the virus that has got the best of Prime Minister Alec Douglas-Home. Said David Frost, British M.C. of That Was the Week That Was and a guest on the American show: "Hume is in bed with flu, or if you prefer, Home is in bed with...
...average American, liver is for wurst. But to 47.6 million Frenchmen, le foie - when it is not gras - is the precious, pesky organ that regulates their lives. When a Frenchman exclaims, "Mon foie!", his cry from the gland wins instant sympathy, even in a Place de la Concorde traffic jam. Depending on whether it is swollen, too hard, too tender, congested, enrheumed or, as the French say, "intoxicated" from a surfeit of rich food, the liver is blamed for virtually every physical malfunction from ingrown toenails to inadequate amatory performance...