This is what happens when one tries to get from point A to point B, using a D.C. Cab and a movie.
I checked out my Tin Cup and thanks to my Air Bud pup. I had enough to Let it Ride. I can't believe that Bird on a Wire lied. Sent me here with no Paycheck, making me reach my Boiling Point at this deck. But now I have Money for Nothing at all and just have to hope the Taxi Driver will get me back to my hall.
But it seemed I was Zapped with some bug, as The Conversation amounted to only movie titles coming out of my mug. So I found a Vacancy and stepped in. I wished this conversation was Vice Versa than I would win. But with the current State of Play, I knew I would make him Scream before the end of the day.
"So where you heading?"
"What road house is that?"
I could have been talking with a mouth full of Meatballs for all he knew. At least I never spurted out some Indecent Proposal that would turn me blue.
"In the Valley Elah"
"And where is that? I never heard of it?"
"Listen bub! Stop being so contrary and tell me where you want to go!"
Contrary to popular belief saying I Love Trouble. I hate The Hard Way as I usually end up in rubble. The guy looked at me like a Hollow Man. I could tell I was being a Major League, Major Payne to Stan.
"Failure to Launch"
"I'll stop this cab and launch you out!"
"Deep Blue Sea"
"There is no sea around here."
I could tell he wanted to get back to the Rat Race, staring at me with one Red Eye on his face. He did not appreciate Pushing Tin and in District 9 he was about to chuck me in.
"The Falcon and the Snowman"
"Now you're going on about snow? What the hell?"
He could not make out my Distrubing Behaviour one bit and was having a Radio feet. Telling his Horrible Bosses about me, saying he was about to make me Die Hard and live free.
"Heaven Can Wait"
"Alright bub! Pay up and get out now!"
This was no Joy Ride for him. I don't recommend Coming to America on a whim. Or thanks to some bird on a Chicken Run. Have A Simple Plan with some Mo' Money and you will have fun.
"Pay it Forward"
"That's right hand up the money you owe me and I won't make you dead."
"Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter is Dead"
"What? You killed the babysitter? You are a nut!"
"Umm how about I give you half off?"
"Taking Care of Business"
"Yes! That's right. Now just pay half and you can take your crazy ass down the road."
"Good for you."
"Yes, I'm waiting."
He either thought I was a Psycho or The Last American Virgin. I really don't know. But I never wanted to board Con Air or join Cool Hand Luke in his jumpsuit underwear. So by some Fluke of fate, I ended our movie Mystery Date before he sent me Hellbound at High Noon and I became another Hollywood Homicide rhyming loon.
I quickly gave him a Tango & Cash and watched as he made a Silver Streak mad dash. Jumping into his cab and taking off at high Speed. Maybe he wanted to Take the Lead?
Next time I won't Say Anything and just point at the Signs. I will get the driver to follow the Rising Sun and the lines. Putting this movie Risky Business behind me, so I can skip Orange County, no longer be Trapped in Paradise or be stuck with Passenger 57 as home I hope to see.
Just remember It Could Happen to You or a Perfect Stranger you never knew. So before you call the Men in Black, Metro or the Police Academy for an attack, just know it could be a Midnight Run and someone is stuck in Mimic movie mode, which they may not find fun.
If your Jaws get struck with movie disease, Lean On Me all you please and have an Iron Will. Do not pick up The Hitcher for a thrill. The Hills Have Eyes so I will see. So don't get Dirty and try to trick me. Now leave my Fortress so I can stop and I expect you Gone in 60 Seconds or I will call a cop.
You know I would never do that. Oh look I am once more a normal talking cat. At least as normal as I can be. I think these Face it Facts you can see. For I shoved in the first movie that popped in my head and now enough has been said. Except for many more could amass. So thank God I stopped my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.