Ode to Abbott and Costello
I had a recent conversation with my mom that made me think of a modern day “who’s on first” scenario.
Stacey: Hey Tracy! How was your weekend?
Tracy: Hey girl! It was good. I saw a movie Saturday night.
Stacey: Awesome! What did you see?
Tracy: It’s Complicated.
Stacey: Oh, well, you don’t have to tell me.
Tracy: No, I don’t mind, It’s Complicated.
Stacey: Oh, it’s going to take awhile? Well, girl, that’s okay…I have all day!
Tracy: No, no, it won’t take long, It’s Complicated.
Stacey: Oh, well gee, come on, it’s not like I’m an idiot, just tell me the name.
Tracy: I am, It’s Complicated.
Stacey: You are what?
Tracy: Telling you, It’s Complicated.
Stacey: I get that it’s complicated, but I think I can handle it, so tell me already.
Tracy: Okay then, It’s Complicated.
Stacey: It’s complicated.
Tracy: Yes!
Stacey: Yes. Telling me is complicated.
Tracy: No, the movie, It’s Complicated.
Stacey: Oh! The movie is complicated.
Tracy: No, the movie is It’s Complicated.
Stacey: Well, hello, Ms. Bad Grammar. Well, anyway, the movie is complicated…so what’s complicated about it?
Tracy: Oh, nothing much, it’s a pretty straightforward plot, pretty derivative actually.
Stacey: Then why did you say it was complicated?
Tracy: I didn’t, I said that it was It’s Complicated.
Stacey: Yes, we established you don’t know proper grammar…can you just tell me the name of the movie already?
Tracy: Whatever, Stacey.
Stacey: Talk to the hand, Tracy.
Here’s the trailer where they pretty much show you the whole movie.