So The Golden Weasel is feelin' punk. We therefore decide it's an evening of cinnamon toast, gatorade and animated movie. The Rose picks Aladdin and we're off to the races. I marvel at Robin Williams' performance, as always, until we get to the part with Aladdin starts spilling his guts.
ALADDIN: Well, there's this girl. She's smart and fun and...
GENIE: Pretty?
ALADDIN: Beautiful. She's got these eyes that just...and this hair, wow...and her smile.
"Hey," I say, accurately. "Sounds like he's talking about you mother."
"Oh!" say the girls appreciatively.
Then the street rat continues.
ALADDIN: But she's the princess.
"Never mind," I say.
"Hey!" the girls object.
"Do you wanna look at her bank statement? Do you? DO YOU?" I yell back.
Game, set and match. Unfortunately.
Still and all...
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