You're breathing in centuries of destroyed solar systems. Collapsed red giants, magnetic comets, and five million metric tons of stardust are filling up every misshapen corner of your lungs. You may have cancer. We don't know. We haven't tested you for it. We can't get close enough to you, you keep threatening to use that sharpened spork in your hands. Henry, your friend from the accounting department, is calling the cops. You could be nice enough to whisper "Fuck you", instead of yelling it out like a maniac. We don't have time for this. YOU don't have time for this. Tranquillise him.
"Life Could Not Better Be" from the opening credits of The Court Jester (1955) - performed by Danny Kaye; music and lyrics by Sammy Cahn and Sylvia Fine
The beginning to an amazingly, unexpectedly hilarious romp with Danny Kaye.
On a semi-personal note… people don’t usually care who the sound recordist is. For The Court Jester, the sound recorder is a man named John Cope, the uncle of my film music professor from my freshman year up at UCSC.
// be a yes person. you never know what life experiences you’ll have unless you say yes. just jump, do it, live your life without regrets and the way you want to. only you can make it worth living for. //