Every movie should start in a storybook. It’s warm and inviting, kinda like John Candy’s chuckle.
Watching a bunch of stars talk hasn’t been this fun since Ocean’s Eleven.
Sledding with shovels is so underrated. These boys are competing with Tim The Tool Man Taylor for best wrong use of a tool.
Can y’all imagine a time when National Geographic felt new? It’s like picturing Bernie Sanders at his Bar Mitzvah.
Wrapping string around our fingers as reminders should make a comeback… I feel like Jared Leto could pull that off.
I love when it pauses here and I remember I’m watching this with angels. It’s almost as if I’m sharing the couch with an (even more) heavenly Zack Morris.
Nothing better than someone who sees meaning in their profession. It’s how I feel about coachin’. And how Will the kit man feels about shoe odor.
Having a dance party in a pool is like the candy aisle at Costco. Equal parts fun and dangerous.
Planetary devastation aside, givin' someone the moon is one of the most romantic things you could do. Right behind givin’ them the last bite of your Shake Shack.
I personally think the three most exciting sounds in the world are, snap, crackle, and pop.
Jimmy Stewart’s voice is what I imagine leather sounds like. Smooth, comforting, and works great in black and white.
Why do they throw rice at weddings? They should throw stuff that newlyweds actually need, like, decent cutlery. Or joint bank accounts.
Plastics must’ve been the original NFTs. And I have no idea how to make either.
Shaking Mr. Potter’s hand must be like doing mushrooms: it might be dark and slimy, but it seems to give you a whole new perspective on life.
We’re more than an hour into the movie and this is the first sign of Christmas. There’s less Christmas in this Christmas movie than Eyes Wide Shut.
Can we just talk about Uncle Billy’s pet crow for a second? The man handles a bird better than the 1980’s Showtime Lakers.
To be fair to little Petey, “frankincense” is one heckuva word to try and spell. Almost as tricky as “myrh.”
Martini is a great name for a bar manager. He’s basically the Usain Bolt of small business owners.
If every guardian angel looked like Henry Travers, society would be a lot kinder to used car salesmen.
Oh boy I love this scene. Between Pottersville and Back to the Future 2, as a kid I assumed messin’ with the space time continuum would always result in an unnecessary amount of casinos.
I have no idea what it is, but “Bert and Ernie” are just two names that go together better than Frosties and fries.
They don’t make movie snow like they used to. That stuff is as thick as Steve Harvey’s mustache.
“No man is a failure who has friends.”
This is when I get dustier than Pig-Pen wearin’ a duster in an old library.
Thanks for joining, y’all. Nothing warms my heart more than watchin’ this movie every year. Except for maybe eatin’ chicken tikka masala.
Happy Holidays! 🐿
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