Sunday, January 9, 2011

We just ran out of wine.

Withnail: I've some extremely distressing news.
Marwood: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear anything! Oh God, it's a nightmare, I tell you, it's a nightmare.
Withnail: We just ran out of wine. What are we gonna do about it?
Marwood: I don't know, I don't know. Oh God, I don't feel good. Look, my thumbs have gone weird! I'm in the middle of a bloody overdose. Oh God. My heart's beating like a fucked clock! I feel dreadful, I feel really dreadful!
Withnail: So do I, so does everybody. Look at my tongue; it's wearing a yellow sock. Sit down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.


  1. I love everything about how "Withnail and I" was written. It's like they asked the jester dancing at the the core of my brain, "What would you like for eternal dessert?"

  2. Precisely. Thank you eternally for giving me gift of its brilliance.

  3. "My thumbs have gone weird." Awesome.

  4. That line was my Facebook status a few days ago.