Okay so you know how like, once every 3 years, something happens that is so funny that you start laughing until it hurts, and everyone is staring at you, but there is no hope of stopping, and there are tears running down your face, and you're shaking and you might pee?
This happened to Priso and I on the plane, on the way home from the DC love-in this weekend.
We decided to watch a movie (tho we usually never do on planes) since there were still a few hours to go till we landed.
So we pick
Dinner for Schmucks with Steve Carell and Paul Rudd.
The first couple of minutes establish that Rudd is a nice, but career-oriented business man, and Steve Carell is a complete and total freak. Paul Rudd hits Steve Carell ("Barry") with his car, not injuring him. He apologizes for a minute and then leans down to pick up Barry's photo album from the road.
Barry is eager to flip thru it for Rudd right there in the street, and he does so, because he is such a weird, strange, bizarre man. The pictures on the pages of the album detail his freakish hobby, further delineating the character's madness.
Here's the youtube link to the 57 sec scene (which u must watch to understand this post):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUuYOO1lpQsAnd, watching this, we turn and look at each other immediately, just in reaction to the 1st image on the cover of Barry's album, and start giggling.
And then when Barry opens the album, and we start to gasp and laugh in shock, and then as Barry keeps turning pages, Priso leans in, totally hysterical, and whispers:
"YOU're BARRY! Omigod you're BARRY!" And I whisper back, "I
am! I AM Barry! Oh. My.
GOD!" And we just laid there helplessly in our seats and laughed and laughed and laughed and cried and cried and laughed.
It was the most bizarro moment. I'm sure everyone on the plane thought we were mental. (more so.)