Sometimes I wish it was the 1920s. OK, actually I always wish it was the 1920s. Love was so much easier between the World Wars. All you needed was a few snappy one liners, a nice hat, and prospects.
I have a hat, anyway.
I don’t know, something is missing. James Stewart had that same awkward charm as me, but coupled with naive morality. Maybe that’s what I’m missing. Awkward charm and dead baby jokes just don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.