Karl and I watched The Island of Dr. Moreau tonight. Luckily we were, uh, enhanced, by several beers, a white Russian, a screwdriver, and a glass of Kamikazes.
The move sucked. But at least Karl uttered these memorable lines:
“He’s getting the hang of the boom stick.”
“Quonset hut madness!!!”
“Cat versus Dog!”
“He’s not dead YET.”
I think maybe I need to redeem myself by reading the H. G. Wells novel now.