Heaven’s Gate Minute by Minute: 160 of 229

5 Dec

160 of 229

I’ve just realised, one of Bond’s gadgets in Licence to Kill is explosive toothpaste!

Toothpaste… the Mayor in a shaving mirror… you see at what I’m driving at here? Yes? Good, because not even I do.

“You can’t fire me, Charlie. But I just quit,” informs James.

Awkwardly worded and I think Jim’s tense is confused, but Charlie the fluffy coat Mayor gets the picture.

Meanwhile, outside Nate’s cabin, the man in black face heads to the river to take a bath. His cheeks are puffy. He might have mumps, or space mumps – which are like mumps, but from space. Hmm, they’re pretty rare; it’s more probable he’s just a man with puffy cheeks.

Count Harriet Mensworth-Smithe calls out to the dirt covered man and the Stock Growers Association spring forth! My golly gosh, they’re everywhere! Everywhere! Ev-er-y-where! They’re even in the dirty faced man’s cheeks! That’s some impressive stealth, right there. Cheeks… toothpaste… there’s no connection there either.

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