When I saw the re-formatted Vertigo there a few years back, it was raining when we left. A gentleman of the street was wearing a top hat, standing on the sidewalk holding an umbrealla with two bare spokes exposed. He approached me and blurted, "I'm not crazy." Damn right, I said. "Well, then you're not crazy either!" No sir. "See those people over there?" he said, pointing at the yuppie bar across the street, "THEY are crazy. They sit all day doing work they hate for a man they don't respect. That's crazy." Sure is, I said. "Hey!" he said, as if I had even considered walking away from such a gem of human being, "Do you know what the bathtub said to the toilet?"
No, I said.
"I get just as much ass as you do, but I don't take any shit."