I wonder if anyone calls Don Draper a dick under their breath and he just looks at them like “HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME”
I suspect the next time Julius tries to sell Malcolm on the importance of cricket, he will make damn sure there are no tossable prawns in the vicinity.
Although, frankly, you’d think Malcolm would be all in favor of a sport made up entirely of glaring (along with funny running, shouting, and hurling things with great force at other people).
Of course, the biggest joke of the scene is revealed in the commentary when we find out that the only person who cares less than Malcolm about cricket is Alex MacQueen, which is why he is so conspicuously silent when Glenn is throwing around the technical terms that are completely natural to him from his other role as James-Smith-massive-real-life-cricket-fan.
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.
“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!” roared Black. “DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”
“Actually,” said Harry, pocketing his e-cigarette, “Peter’s pursuit of rational self-interest is of a higher moral order than your determination to kill yourself on another person’s behalf, Sirius. Self-sacrifice is never the answer; it ends only in pain and death.”
Sirius blanched. “But Voldemort — we could have stopped Voldemort.”
“It’s a free market,” Harry said, shrugging.
Lupin turned into a wolf.
“Control yourself,” Harry said. “Good lord, man, you’re a being of pure will and drive. Exercise it.”
Lupin turned back into a man with flashing, clear eyes and a jaw that could level a mid-sized office building.
“In the marketplace of ideas,” Harry went on, “Voldemort has the same right to disseminate his philosophy as you do. If his philosophy is sound, it will flourish. If his philosophy is unsound, you have nothing to fear.”
- Mike Ehrmantraut (Breaking Bad)
Now I don’t know what kind of movies you’ve been watching, but here in the real world, we don’t kill eleven people as some kind of prophylactic measure.