Sheridan Whiteside: Banjo, my lad, you're wonderful. I may write a book about you.
Banjo: Don't bother, I can't read!
Neither, apparently, can the cinetrix. She was seven sorts of delighted to kick back with Sheridan Whiteside after dinner last night, only to discover that the film in the little red envelope starred not Monty Woolley but Nathan Fuckin' Lane. [Shudder.] How could the gods be so cruel?
Needless to say, I sealed that sucker up unwatched and pitched it back in the post. I mean, really.
