Showing posts with label Paul Newman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Newman. Show all posts

Friday, August 6, 2010

Hot Men Friday

Do you think he was just born this way?
 Friday? Really? Nice!

This guy has been on my mind. Not real sure why although I caught a few minutes of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof recently and was a little blown away by how damn good looking and how damn smokin' that man was.

That movie is worth a hunt-down if any of you guys have never seen it. Elizabeth Taylor is eye-hurtingly beautiful as well.

Maggie: Why can't you lose your good looks, Brick? Most drinkin' men lose theirs. Why can't you? I think you've even gotten better-lookin' since you went on the bottle. You were such a wonderful lover... You were so excitin' to be in love with. Mostly, I guess, 'cause you were... If I thought you'd never never make love to me again... why, I'd find me the longest, sharpest knife I could and I'd stick it straight into my heart. I'd do that. Oh, Brick, how long does this have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I served my term? Can't I apply for a pardon?

Brick: Lately, that finishin' school voice of yours sounds like you was runnin' upstairs to tell somebody the house is on fire.

Maggie: Is it any wonder? You know what I feel like? I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Brick: Then jump off the roof, Maggie, jump off it. Now cats jump off roofs and they land uninjured. Do it. Jump.

Maggie: Jump where? Into what?

Brick: Take a lover.

Maggie: I don't deserve that! I can't see any man but you. With my eyes closed, I just see you. Why can't you get ugly, Brick? Why can't you please get fat or ugly or somethin' so I can stand it?

Brick: You'll make out fine. Your kind always does.

Maggie: Oh, I'm more determined than you think. I'll win all right.

Brick: Win what? What is, uh, the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?
   
Maggie: Just stayin' on it, I guess. As long as she can.