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One week later, and there are still a handful of movies that remain unnamed. So here’s a set of “second chance” quotes (along with the previous, still unidentified quotes) for each of the remaining films.

1. Film #2 [2001: A Space Odyssey -- Bo]
   • Deliberately buried. Huh!
   • I’m afraid I can’t do that.
2. Film #4 [Citizen Kane -- Bo]
   • Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Cornell, Switzerland. He was thrown out of a lot of colleges.
   • I don’t think any word can explain a man’s life.
3. Film #7 [Dr. Strangelove -- Bo]
   • I can’t talk to you now. My president needs me!
   • Shoot, a fella could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.
4. Film #9
   • If I’d been a ranch, they would have named me The Bar None.
   • I can never get a zipper to close. Maybe that stands for something, what do you think?

And, as always, this is for amusement purposes only. No gambling.

I was tagged with a movie quote meme. And being an agreeable fella (at least sometimes), I’m cooperating. I’ve modified the rules a bit. They look like this:

1. Pick fifteen of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie. (Or in some cases, just remember them.)
3. Post them for everyone to guess.
4. Strike out each quote when someone guesses it correctly, and append the names of the movie and the guesser.
5. No Googling/using IMDb/Wikiquote search functions. That would be cheatin’.
6. Tag ten people (I upped this from five, since I figure half my taggees won’t cooperate).

I’m tagging Anne, Gaughin, Geoff, Greg, Grrrl on the Bus, Jonathan, Mark, Mel, TAFKAB, Ted, and Timothy. [Yes, I know that's not ten. But these go to eleven. And that quote's too easy to actually use below.]

And I found I couldn’t stop at fifteen either. You can see why I gave up on that mathematics degree, eh?

1. Cute? Baby ducks are cute. I hate cute! [Bull Durham -- Timothy]
2. Deliberately buried. Huh!
3. Extra cheese is two dollars. [Do the Right Thing -- Ted]
4. Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Cornell, Switzerland. He was thrown out of a lot of colleges.
5. He was my boyfriend! [Young Frankenstein -- Greg]
6. How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss? [The Usual Suspects -- Ursa @ Socialism for Gunslingers]
7. I can’t talk to you now. My president needs me!
8. I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school. [Fight Club -- Ursa @ Socialism for Gunslingers]
9. If I’d been a ranch, they would have named me The Bar None.
10. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. [The Third Man -- Timothy]
11. It’s only a model. [Monty Python and the Holy Grail -- Greg]
12. The poor dope. He always wanted a pool. Well, in the end, he got himself a pool. [Sunset Boulevard -- Jake]
    
13. Traffic was a bitch. [The Player -- Greg]
14. We enjoy your films. Particularly the early, funny ones. [Stardust Memories -- Timothy]
15. We were talking about automobile insurance, only you were thinking about murder. And I was thinking about that anklet. [Double Indemnity -- Greg]
16. You’d think that wiping out an entire race of people would calm ‘em down. But no. Instead, they started getting frightened of each other. [Bowling for Columbine -- Greg]
17. You’ll have to do the thinking for both of us. [Casablanca -- Timothy]

Update: For the sake of legibility, I opted to underline correctly identified quotes, rather than strike them out.

I’m in DC for a few days to visit Mom.  It’s the city where I did most of my growing up (assuming, of course, that I actually did grow up) and it’s always a little weird to come back.  There are parts of it that still feel very much like home (whatever that means) and there are an awful lot of memory triggers around town that manage to catch me by surprise when I stumble across them.  Today, for instance, I realized that a house I was driving by was not only the childhood home of a high school friend, but it was also the house where said friend gave me my first taste of marijuana.  (I can say that, yes?  The statute of limitations has long since passed.  And I’m not running for office anytime soon.)

What made this particular memory trigger so . . . surreal? (I’m not sure what the right word is here, so that’ll have to do for now) . . . was that it happened with Mom in the passenger seat.  Which wasn’t awkward because sharing tales of teenage drug use with one’s mother isn’t exactly an easy thing to do (though maybe there was a shred of that) as much as it was awkward because Mom’s got some serious memory issues of her own these days.

So while I’m experiencing a surfeit of memories from 20+ years ago, Mom’s having trouble remembering some pretty basic facts about her own life . . . and trouble remembering conversations that happened mere moments ago.  Twice during that same car ride, she asked me how old I was.  ‘Cause she couldn’t remember the answer to that question on her own — and ’cause she couldn’t remember that she’d asked the question a mere twenty minutes after I’d answered it the first time.

Perhaps there is some sort of odd “conservation of memory” principle at work here, but the juxtaposition of my mini-flood of memories with Mom’s increasingly “gappy” memory has made for a bit of a push-me/pull-you feel to my trip so far.  I don’t think this is quite what they mean when they say you can never go home again . . . but maybe it should be.