don't mess with me, man, i'm a lawyer.

imagine my joy/confusion when five seconds into "take the lead" i saw the one, the only, the incomparable...

rufio.

that's right. not since amanda's 11th birthday party at the dollar theater-where we were going to see "curly sue", but got there late and decided to see "hook" instead-have i been witness to rufio's appearance on screen.
cinematic gold.
who can forget the face off of wits between rufio and robin williams a.k.a. peter pan*...

peter: i bet you don't even have a fourth grade reading level.
rufio: hemorrhoidal suck naval.
peter: or maybe a fifth grade reading level.
[kids whistle and waves their hands around]
rufio: boil dripping beef fart sniffing bubble butt.
kids: bangerang, rufio!
peter: someone has a severe ka-ka mouth, you know that?
rufio: you are fart factory. cheesy, scab picked, pimple squeezing finger bandage. a week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side.
peter: substitute chemistry teacher.
rufio: mung tongue.
peter: math tutor.
rufio: pinhead.
peter: prison Barber.
rufio: mother lover.
peter: nearsighted gynecologist.
rufio: in your face, camel cake.
peter: in your rear, cow derriere.
rufio: lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-pig.
peter: you lewd, crude, rude, bag of pre-chewed food, dude.
kids: bangerang, peter!

ah... good times.

rufio's performance was so perfectly convincing that i believe the actor actually became a lost boy. that's the only explanation for his role as a dancing, smart alecky teenager. fifteen years later and he's still waiting to go through puberty.
poor rufio.
poor, poor rufio.
rufio, whose name has become my personal "shave and a haircut.... two bits." you can't chant the first part, and leave it at that.
trust me.

RU-FI-O! RU-FI-O!
RUU-FEE-

*transcript included against my better judgement. i don't know what kind of people the search engines are going to lead to my blog now.
ew.
mark my words, this will end in badness.