Word: tollbooths
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...Harris, 83, Hollywood cartoonist who helped create such lunatic movie characters as Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, Daffy Duck, Wile E. Coyote and his nemesis, the Road Runner; in Woodland Hills, Calif. Harris also helped design the animation for the Pink Panther movie series and the film The Phantom Tollbooth...
...major superhighway heading east, and at one point an ox blocks one gate of a tollbooth for several minutes. Alex and I note that all the collectors in the booths are women; an old man offers an explanation for our observation. The government, he tells us, decreed only women should collect tolls. Men, it had decided, cheated too much, pocketed too many of the toll receipts. Women are more honest...
...burlesqued the experience in a column: "Just one more script and that island in the Aegean would be mine. I wrote another script... No longer were we doing a musical about a paraplegic cabdriver who falls in love with a tollbooth collector at the Lincoln Tunnel. Somehow, inexorably, because there's no business like show business, the musical had turned into the story of a fast-food-chain heiress who falls in love with a Marine corporal during the Boxer Rebellion...
...Idaho and Washington to Seattle the road continues this way, but before Rochester the biggest thrill is crossing the border into New York State. Then you know you're going home. Not that any sudden rush of sentimental elation sweeps over the resident of western New York at the tollbooth, but it's just different, immediately, for Massachusetts has a tidy feeling all its own that can make the Berkshires seem like Cambridge disguised in trees. The BMW's and Connecticut plates of college kids, the Judy-Collins-hip radio station in Pittsfield that you can get from the Pike...
...cinematic subversive, dedicated to the perpetration of mindlessness over matter. His films are collages of chaos seemingly cut out by some giant pair of deranged scissors, pitiless assemblages of sight gags, smart cracks and terrible puns. A hard-riding posse of cowhands is held up by a single-file tollbooth in the middle of the Great Western Desert. A sweet, about-to-be-married young thing brushes her hair in the moonlight and bellows out The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Mel Brooks is not a subtle...