All right.
Time to enter for The Best Thing Ever: America.
The theme is Best American Movies.
If you’re new to the game, here’s an explanation.
Also, IF your entry is a first-time comment, it WILL go into moderation. But, I will honor the time stamp on your comment. It’s first come, first served with the entries. So if your comment does end up in moderation, it doesn’t necessarily mean you won’t get a slot.
The Best Thing Ever starts with the quarterfinals of The US Open, so it’s eight entries total.
You are playing for a lovely and incredibly desirable prize that I’m not mentioning yet. Hahaha.
Enter now, pippa!
I’d like Star Wars please. (If someone gets it before me, then Wizard of Oz). Can’t wait!
Princess Bride, please!! The winner, of course!
I can’t resist. I have to pick Jaws.
Thanks, Tracey
Can I have Sunset Boulevard, please?
Looking forward to it.
Casablanca please.
Blade Runner, please.
In honor of the recently deceased Mr. Hughes, I am requesting the Breakfast Club.
Mr. Holland’s Opus.
All right. We’ve got our eight entries. Good choices everyone! I’ll let you know next week which player you’ll be assigned to.
GAME ON!!
Mr. Holland’s Opus? Well, enjoy the tournament, folks, as I will be killing myself when I get back to the honeymoon suite.
I’d rather summer in the Pit of Despair than watch Mr. Holland’s Opus one more time. In fact, the Dread Pirate Roberts streamed that one from Netflix one night on the ship. Afterwards, he said, “Good work, Westley. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill myself in the morning. Also, I’ll be killing Richard Dreyfuss.”
What are you people on about? I LOVE Mr. Holland’s Opus!
Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You made me watch Star Wars. Prepare to die.
Please, take my gate key. Just never make me watch Sunset Boulevard.
For Jaws to win this thing? It’ll take a miracle.
I throw a rock at Casablanca’s head.
Never go up against Blade Runner… when lameness is on the line! Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Ahahaha——
Sunset Boulevard? More like Sunset BORElevard.
Wonderful selections everyone! I look forward to tauntings.
Wonderful girl, that Princess Bride. Either I’m going to kill her or I’m beginning to like her.
Tell me, who was it you left me for Leia? Was it Solo, or were there others in between? Or – aren’t you the kind that tells?
That’s no moon. It’s Mr. Holland’s Opus.
Round up the usual suspects Fezzick!
Yes, Buttercup, it’s very pretty. I heard a story once – as a matter of fact, I’ve heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano playing in the parlor downstairs. “Mister, I met the Dread Pirate Roberts when I was a kid,” it always began.
How nice, Deckard, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the replicants marched into Nexus-6s.
Can I tell you a story, Quint? It’s about a girl who had just come to Amity Island from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she’d heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him… with a feeling she supposed was love. Then you were devoured by that damned toothy fish!
Nicely played, Casablanca!!
Sushi. That’s what Ilsa called me. Cold fish.
I don’t trust Solo. Something off about him.
I didn’t feel right about shooting Leia in the back but it was her back that was to me. Her friends were calling her “Princess” but I knew better. Her so-called father was full of circuits and wires just like every other replicant.