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Tuesday, September 02, 2003 Which is the bigger bag of wind bearing down on New England? Tom Fitzpatrick mulls the question, while drawing a comparison between Senator Liveshot and Teddy Brewster of Arsenic and Old Lace.
On that front, two of the many inspired bits of dialogue from the film:
Mortimer: The name Brewster is code for Roosevelt.
Teddy: Code for Roosevelt?
Mortimer: Yes. Don't you see? Take the name Brewster, take away the B, and what have you got?
Teddy: Rooster!
Mortimer: Uh-huh. And what does a rooster do?
Teddy: Crows.
Mortimer: It crows. And where do you hunt in Africa?
Teddy: On the veldt!
Mortimer: There you are: crows - veldt!
Teddy: Ingenious! My compliments to the boys in the code department.
And:
Teddy: I beg your pardon. Who are you?
Jonathan: I'm Woodrow Wilson. Go to bed.
Teddy: No, you're not Wilson, but your face is familiar. Let me see. You're not anyone I know now. Perhaps later on my hunting trip to Africa. Yes, you look like someone I might meet in the jungle.
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Which is the bigger bag of wind bearing down on New England? Tom Fitzpatrick 
