It’s the small things in Lynch’s work that delights:
Albert: You’ve gone soft in your old age
Gordon: Not where it counts.
Albert: When did he lose his marbles?
Constance: When the dog got his cat’s eyes
Albert (half smiles)
It’s the small things in Lynch’s work that delights:
Albert: You’ve gone soft in your old age
Gordon: Not where it counts.
Albert: When did he lose his marbles?
Constance: When the dog got his cat’s eyes
Albert (half smiles)