I'll discuss more when I can be more charitable. But really, Joss Whedon discussing latter season Buffyverse is like waving a red flag in front of me. He doesn't get it. He'll never get it. And it still makes me insanely frustrated when I see just how much he doesn't get it.
And ( Spoilery if there is ever such a thing as a Spike movie -- yeah, right )
I'll discuss more when I can be more charitable. But really, Joss Whedon discussing latter season Buffyverse is like waving a red flag in front of me. He doesn't get it. He'll never get it. And it still makes me insanely frustrated when I see just how much he doesn't get it.
And ( Spoilery if there is ever such a thing as a Spike movie -- yeah, right )
I'll discuss more when I can be more charitable. But really, Joss Whedon discussing latter season Buffyverse is like waving a red flag in front of me. He doesn't get it. He'll never get it. And it still makes me insanely frustrated when I see just how much he doesn't get it.
And ( Spoilery if there is ever such a thing as a Spike movie -- yeah, right )
"I wish you hadn't done that, Hildy -- divorce me, that is. Makes a fellow lose all faith in himself. Almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted."
His Girl Friday is playing on TV now. I still love that old black and white movie. The bickering, the bantering, and, considering it being pre-feminism, it argues for a great deal of equality in a relationship.
"What's the use of fighting, Hildy? I'll tell you what we'll do. You come back to work on the paper, and if we find we can't get along in a friendly fashion, we'll get married again."
"Oh Walter, you're wonderful ... in a loathsome sort of way."
"All right, leave. Work for somone else. That's the gratitude I get. {..} I made a great reporter out of you. We're a team, that's what we are. You need me and I need you, and the paper needs both of us."
"Walter, the paper's gonna have to get along without me. So are you. It just didn't work out for us."
"Well, it would have worked out if you'd been satisfied with just being editor and reporter - but not you! You had to marry me and spoil everything."
Plus... it's Cary Grant. :sigh: Cary Grant.
Heh.
"There are 365 days a year to get married, Hildy. How often do you have a condemned murderer locked in a desk?"
"I wish you hadn't done that, Hildy -- divorce me, that is. Makes a fellow lose all faith in himself. Almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted."
His Girl Friday is playing on TV now. I still love that old black and white movie. The bickering, the bantering, and, considering it being pre-feminism, it argues for a great deal of equality in a relationship.
"What's the use of fighting, Hildy? I'll tell you what we'll do. You come back to work on the paper, and if we find we can't get along in a friendly fashion, we'll get married again."
"Oh Walter, you're wonderful ... in a loathsome sort of way."
"All right, leave. Work for somone else. That's the gratitude I get. {..} I made a great reporter out of you. We're a team, that's what we are. You need me and I need you, and the paper needs both of us."
"Walter, the paper's gonna have to get along without me. So are you. It just didn't work out for us."
"Well, it would have worked out if you'd been satisfied with just being editor and reporter - but not you! You had to marry me and spoil everything."
Plus... it's Cary Grant. :sigh: Cary Grant.
Heh.
"There are 365 days a year to get married, Hildy. How often do you have a condemned murderer locked in a desk?"
"I wish you hadn't done that, Hildy -- divorce me, that is. Makes a fellow lose all faith in himself. Almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted."
His Girl Friday is playing on TV now. I still love that old black and white movie. The bickering, the bantering, and, considering it being pre-feminism, it argues for a great deal of equality in a relationship.
"What's the use of fighting, Hildy? I'll tell you what we'll do. You come back to work on the paper, and if we find we can't get along in a friendly fashion, we'll get married again."
"Oh Walter, you're wonderful ... in a loathsome sort of way."
"All right, leave. Work for somone else. That's the gratitude I get. {..} I made a great reporter out of you. We're a team, that's what we are. You need me and I need you, and the paper needs both of us."
"Walter, the paper's gonna have to get along without me. So are you. It just didn't work out for us."
"Well, it would have worked out if you'd been satisfied with just being editor and reporter - but not you! You had to marry me and spoil everything."
Plus... it's Cary Grant. :sigh: Cary Grant.
Heh.
"There are 365 days a year to get married, Hildy. How often do you have a condemned murderer locked in a desk?"
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