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Wyoming?

I watched it twice on two different planes recently. It’s worth a reconsideration damn near every day in the United States.

“The guy who kills me, I hope he does it because he hates my guts, not because it’s his job.”

“You’re dying. Do you know that you say that to me every day of your life? You’re not dying, you’re killing the people around you, is what you’re doing.”

Just like us: they’re doomed, and they know it.

The body is the temple of the LORD.

“When I get it, you’ll get it. That’s all.”

They’re my girls! I’m going back in there! –Girls! I was interviewed!

“What about non-union occupations?” They always ask.

“What’s wrong with this guy? What do you make a week? You ever been to prison? No? Well, let’s talk about something you know about: how much you make a week?”

I’m willing to assert that most people who watch DOG DAY AFTERNOON, Americans anyway, miss the point.

Five minutes. Quit while you’re ahead.

Manic, Sonny answers the phone, saying, “WNEW, plays all the hits.” He then threatens to start throwing bodies out the bank’s front door. Confused and threatened is how he got here, and it’s how he’ll leave. Of course, his partner in the robbery, Sal, is all the way in on this because he doesn’t have any plans, any future, any remorse, and he doesn’t know where Wyoming is. “You could just…go ahead and cook whatever’s there.” We’re all trying. In over our heads, the plans have to shift. Police don’t like it in the papers, but they somehow always end up there anyway. Attica! An isolated incident, obviously. Sal is ready, but he isn’t. Sonny spins the chair, which falls: equal parts unexpected and anticipated. Desperation makes the most of us – we call that innovation, for some reason lost on everybody after electricity.

We make the demands. They’re gonna give us anything we want.

His wife wants/NEEDS to be a woman.

This death business: it’s too much.

Sonny’s mom shows up: how beautiful you were when you were a baby.

“You tell me you got nothing but women, and you throw out a girl! A guy!”

You needed money; I got you money. That’s it.

Til we are joined in the hereafter.

It’s perfect, isn’t it? The cry for help is taken as an unnecessarily dramatic display. We’re all here.

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