"Oh, du, du du! Vhat a nice kuy!"
I know all of "I'm Tired" by heart, including all the flat notes.

Madeline Khan just does me in with that film.
In
High Anxiety, I love the "Hitchcockian shot" from beneath the glass-topped coffee table, with Korman and Leach continually putting their teacups down on top of the camera lens. And the attack of the birds! At his best, Brooks is brilliant.
I've always wanted to write to him about my ex-father-in-law, not exactly a card-carrying Nazi, but certainly with an idiosyncratic, shall we say, view of European history, thickly layered with pretensions to wisdom. One day, when my ex and I were visiting, he was complaining about "zose schtupid Amerricans, tink zey know everyting. Zey know notting of history, zo schtupid." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I am vatching a history documentary, and zey are showing zings untrue. I can tell you," he thundered, "HITLER VAS NEVAH A FIGGUH-SKATER!"
I thought I was going to have a serious internal injury.
