Walking home at night between the stony graves of DDR-cement-housing-blocks, suddenly the high screech of violins playing the „Psycho“-theme screams into my ears. I spin around, heart racing – and realise that the man standing right behind me has picked that ringtone for a reason.
Hollywood blockbuster movie beat all time records. The screenwriter was inspired by a guy who put his thoughts in two sentences.
You are watching a movie with your girlfriend and you feel her head rest against your shoulder. Then you look in the kitchen only to see your girlfriend making popcorn.
I match people with movie titles.
You used to be Clueless but now you’re just Jackass.
Let’s make a movie about you and then everyone can just watch that and then you can shut the fuck up about yourself because everyone will say “oh, I’ve already seen that!”
The best thing about my life is that it is like living in a movie.
It’s a western-romantic-time-travel-teen-roadtrip-comedy.
I wasn’t crying!
I had too much water to drink and my emergency water overload system kicked in and it just happened to be at the end of Titanic, ok?