It has been said that to watch The Princess Bride with me is something along the lines in equality to jumping out of a plane without a parachute. I’m not particularly sure whether that plane was on the tarmac or at altitude, so I can not say as to whether this is a good thing or a bad one.
My wife, my kids, and anyone who has ever seen this movie with me will tell you that it is a bad thing.
Mainly because I can quote the movie almost word for word.
Ok, fine. It’s not that I can. It’s that I do.
The entire thing.
From the other room.
Because that’s where I get relegated too when this movie is being watched.
So I pout. A lot. Think…Westley when he gets 1 year of his life sucked out of him.
On the rare occasion that I get the chance to sit in the same room, the scenario plays out like this.
My wife tells me I have to be quiet and just watch the movie. That’s when I look at her and tell her, “You think that’ll work? Cause, it’ll take a miracle.”
Eventually, I get ousted from the room and I am sure she is thinking she should just have kicked me out like she usually does. As I am walking out, with my head down, she says “And I don’t want you quoting anymore lines.. and I mean it!”
To which I promptly reply… “Anybody want a Peanut!”
She groans and holds up a pillow to throw at me, “Do you want me to throw this at you?”
“You mean, I put down my quotes, and you put down your pillow and we fight like civilized men?”
I duck as she throws the pillow at me. (They are called… throw… pillows, after all).
I get hit in the face. I’m not sure if that is because she knew I was going to duck and aimed low, or it was just a horrible coincidence of her bad aim and my terrible luck.
“Seriously. Stop it.” she is firm in her demeanor, stamping her foot. I look back, holding the pillow. A small pout on my face.
“Now, give me back my pillow.”
I lean toward her and apologetically offer her the ammunition. “As you wish.” My smile is sly and smirky.
She just looks at me, and I know I have won. “How can I stay mad at you? Come here.” And she reaches up and gives me a kiss. “Now, isn’t that better?”
“I can’t quote my movie, you kick me out of the room, you throw a pillow at me and you think a little head jiggle’s suppose to make me happy????”
10 minutes later I regain consciousness.
I regret nothing.
Ok, most of this isn’t true.. but.. it could happen.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”