My flight to NYC this morning features a screening of Disney’s “Million Dollar Arm”. I’m tired, the picture is blurry and I don’t really wanna go to the effort of putting on headphones, not when I can look at the display every 10-15 minutes and try to imagine the dialogue.
“SO LET ME GET THIS RIGHT….YOU’VE GOT A GUY WITH A MILLION DOLLAR ARM? SIGN ME UP. THAT SOUNDS GREAT.”
“I’M TELLING YOU, THIS GUY IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A MILLON DOLLAR ARM. THAT’S A VERY EXPENSIVE ARM. I THINK WE NEED TO CHECK THIS OUT”
“WAIT JUST A MINUTE. THERE’S TWO GUYS THROWING BASEBALLS. WHICH ONE OF THEM IS THE ONE WITH THE MILLION DOLLAR ARM? WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO BE DEALING WITH ANY HALF MILLION DOLLAR ARMS”
“MRS. MOTHER OF THE BASEBALL THROWER – LET ME TAKE YOUR SON TO AMERICA, SO THAT WE CAN PROPERLY ASSESS THE TRUE VALUE OF HIS ARM. IF INDEED, IT IS WORTH A MILLION DOLLARS, WE’LL CHOP IT OFF AND SEND IT BACK TO YOU”