Minute-by-Minute discussion of John Landis's 1985 comedy thriller
Go see Cal, especially if you've got $750,000.
Check-in time for Ed and Diana, check-out time for Shaheen.
Not quite the ending any of the participants were expecting.
It was smooth sailing until they set up the piso mojado sign.
Back to the days when you could run from the parking garage to your gate in less than a minute.
Ed's said all that needs to be said. But will the scene ever end?
Time for one of the few James Bond references in the movie!
Let's all pause for yet another minute of exposition.
Shaheen feels the need to start quoting U2 song lyrics.
The most thrilling music soundtrack ever composed for a walk around a wading pool.
If you ask nice, Jack Caper will give you a Ferrari
Jack Caper's current business: exporting Peaches
It always boils down to escrow and closing costs, doesn't it?
Pretty much the same speech the traveling salesman gave to Marion the Librarian in The Music Man.
Getting into the Bel Air mansion, or staying in the bug-infested tunnel? Questions, questions.
Ed Okin wins the "staring at Diana for eight hours" contest.
Nobody ever thinks about the dry cleaning expenses when being "the other woman."
Diana isn't really good at making up addresses.
If B.B. King played the trumpet, there would have been a "Bwaah bwaah bwaah" tune on the soundtrack here.
Jane Fonda's ex discusses the phlebotic needs of his rival in jewelry acquisitions.
Mimosas on the balcony while a woman gets drowned. Very Malibu.
Nobody mentioned the 100-yard dash part of the beauty pageant.
The most Elvis memorabilia ever assembled and destroyed for a single film.
Hollywood producers are more polite when they have guns pointed at them.
First there was Abbott & Costello. Now it's Moe, Larry, and Curley.
A heart-to-heart, interrupted by a film director dropping a tray of sugar dispensers.
Hint: Michelle Pfeiffer was 27 when she made this movie.
Let's enjoy some more exposition with our sundaes.
A mad chase around the outskirts of the Die Hard set.
The time-honored trope of grabbing the girl by the hand and running as fast as you can.