that it is stirringly dishonest, (as was so, so much of the convention in general), but as the above picture shows, some unintentional honesty trickled through.
"My husband? Yikes! Good luck with that stiff!" Never happen, seriously.
"Hey, where you going with those waterskis, I mean, that chair, Clint? You're right, I shouldn't be that casual, I mean, Mr. Eastwood? "
"Oh, going to see a man about a shark, sounds interesting. Say, do you have any remarks prepared? I don't see any notes in your hand."
"Oh, sure. I bet you are going to give someone an earful. Oh, Mr. Eastwood, do you think you'll be seeing Mr. Romney after the speech--of course you will! So just give him two thumbs up from me and say 'Aaayyyyy'. Yeah, he won't know what that means either, but it'll be funny. Thanks for making my day."
"What's that? You don't say that anymore. Eh. You will, though. Yeppers. You sure will."
And end scene.
And with that, end blog post.