D: Does this ‘grand’ adventure mean he can be my voice actor, now?
A: Are you still going on about that?
D: Of course I am. He has charm, A. And wit. And has played a great many men with pathos and gravitas.
A: And he’s a bit blonde… when he has hair.
D: A. I’m dark-haired now. We’ve discussed this.
A: We’ve also discussed that you have a horrible tendency to channel Voldemort and until you can control it, Ralph Fiennes is out as your voice actor. Because, you know, I could afford that salary. In my dreams. And, just so you know D, my appreciation for The Grand Budapest Hotel has nothing to do with my willingness – or lack thereof – to hire you a voice actor. In fact, the two have nothing to do with one another. I would even go so far as to say that my appreciation for the movie has nothing to do with you, D.
D: . . .
A: What? No witty rejoinder?
D: The cruelty and envy of the people who have all forsook me, hath devoured … and suffered me, by the voice of slaves, be whooped out of Rome.
A: Oh, for crying out loud. For a bit of A without D, head over to Green Embers’ Recommends for my take on the Wes Anderson film, The Grand Budapest Hotel.