Monday Memories – Mrs. Doubtfire

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HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, DEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Mrs. Doubtfire is an all-time classic in every sense of the word. It holds a special place in my heart because it used to be my family’s go-to movie for long car trips. You knew it was a great ride when the Mrs. Doubtfire VCR was brought out and the whole entire car was laughing.

Robin Williams. Robin Fucking Williams. Man, do I miss him. Was there anything this guy could not do? He could make you laugh as Mrs. Doubtfire. He could make you cry in Good Will Hunting (and win an Oscar). He could inspire you like he did in Dead Poets Society. Phenomenal range for a a so called “funny man.” Give the guy one idea and he will improvise the rest.

This is still the best episode of Whose Line Is It Anyway Ever.

So many one liners in Mrs. Doubtfire. It’s almost as if I learn a new one every time. As I get older, I start to appreciate more jokes because I finally understand them.

Everyone will always remember the “we’re his goddamn kids too” line, but “the Dances with Wolves Motif” remark is so underrated.

Cake Scene. “I must look like a Yetti in this getup.”

HOT JAMBALAYA. My personal favorite scene. From beginning to end, pure genius. If James Bond himself can choke on a piece of shrimp, then this proves that there is a god. Best line of the scene: When Mrs. Doubtfire sees Stu choking. “Oh no, I killed the bastard…HELP IS ON THE WAY, DEAR!”

I don’t even need to explain why this movie is funny. The clips speak for itself. Plus, I didn’t feel like explaining it myself so there’s that.

 

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