there's no milk in the fridge... (love the quaid)

sun is shining,
the weather is sweet yeah, [bwoi],
make you wanna move those dancin' feet...

damn right finley...

there's gotta be something said for a tune that gets ya bogling like an eejit in a field... most likely "yeaman" - fits the bill and everything... 8)

you gotta love the quaye though...

...and the quaid. oh yes, you gotta love the quaid...

let's face it, anyone who was miniaturised, then injected into martin short and came out the other end fairly unaffected by the process deserves a prop or two...

smooth like a quaid

he also went inside meg ryan... whilst miniaturised, but i guess that got some serious connotations!!! (you know serious like y'know for real, as opposed to the other kind)

"the jack putter machine... zero defects!"

but i like the quaid... (i also like quato but that's another quaid again...) i guess he's become like a surrogate hopp to me... although i'm not sure i'm feeling a quaid as smart cracking one-thumbed bomber, unlike the hopp he tends to work better with all his limbs...

he's definitely 'grizzled' up a bit since the 80's... that pissed-up cafe owner type in legion is pretty cool, and as piss-heads go i'd be just as likely to follow him into a cave full of zombies as that rowan atkinson bloke in the original (and best) day of the dead...

i do reckon a quaid zombie film would be pretty cool... if he'd have been in charge of fiddler's green the people would've been more bad-ass, and he'd of probably had them living outside in lil' spiky igloos, surrounded by razor wire... these days he's like a slightly-more rough-and-ready hopp...

fiddler's green - living in the grand old style

if he was one of the gang, the quaid'd kick some serious zombie-ass (probably in stunningly low-tech ways), and certainly make it to almost the final scene before dying in a heroic "get the hell out of here" stylee...

i could easily see him makin' it to the end, and contemplating the world in a weary-eyed "i-guess-i-gone-have-to-whup-this-much-zombie-ass-everyday" kinda way as he drives across arizona in a station wagon filled with guns (and a gnarly old machete)...

"zombies, man. they creep me out."

if the modern quaid made a travel show it'd be a skin-a-bear-with-your-bare-teeth kind of affair... i wouldn't wanna be trapped in the andes with the quaid... whereas i reckon the hopp would probably opt for something with a constant number of walls, and a slice of luxury thrown in... (we're back to fiddler's green here)

i reckon by contrast, 'quato-quaid' (arnie) would be sh*t in the event of global zombie apocalypse... (just putting it out there)

don't you try and pull that conan sh*t in here...

fair-play, he gave pretty good against the predator... but then so did danny glover (make of that what you will... although the glover can rock)... i'm just not-thinking that zombies are his particular milieu... and i reckon his cheesy "let off some steam bennet" one-liners would probably get him in trouble... if not from the zombies, certainly from me...

but he would make a mighty cool zombie...