Don’t call me Shirley

The Big Lebowski is near and dear to my heart. It’s great the first time but even better the second, third, and thirty-ninth times. A sign of a good movie is when the characters stick with you — remembering their flaws, ill-advised choices, and rage-fueled rants. I swear I’ve seen the Dude around town but — spoiler alert — it’s not really him. But if I ever did bump into him, I’d buy him a White Russian.

Admit it. You laughed. You laughed a lot at Airplane! In fact, every so often you’ll throw out a famous Airplane! one-liner only to get ten more back. It always puts me in a great mood. It’s goofy. It’s silly. It’s absurd. But, isn’t that what we need sometimes?  Some goofy, silly, absurdity in our lives? Surely you can’t be serious. Well, readers, I am serious…and don’t call me Shirley.

— Courtney Hale, ensemble member, Finest City Improv, finestcityimprov.com