daughter: (trying to open the front door) heyyyyy! why the hell is the table in front of the door?
little tobin: i saw paranoia…
daughter: are you serious?! … you saw that over 2 months ago!
little tobin: that s**t sticks with you!
(warning: movie not safe for mothers prone to booby trapping)
(at this point we have sat through 10 mins of this “film” they are calling Pacific Rim)
little tobin: (in a loud whisper) hey, what the hell is this shit?
daughter: i don’t freakin’ know, you picked it!
little tobin: hell i did! this is so not for us…
daughter: completely agree!
little tobin: let’s ditch this crap…
(The Heat is starting across the hallway – we scurry)
little tobin: ahhhh, this is where we belong… even the seats are more comfy…
daughter: yeah this is much more our speed.
(exiting the theater)
little tobin: that was HYSTERICAL! so glad i spoke up so you didn’t torture me with that other picture…
daughter: once again it was NOT MY PICK!
little tobin: sure, sure… if you say so…
(4 thumbs up for The Heat. female buddy cop film makes our night!
ZERO thumbs for that loud scary movie with monsters/machines and a camp full of teen boys in the audience.. ugh)