<ALIGN="bottom">Watching <U>Tombstone</U> over the weekend, I found myself fantasizing how the exchange between Josephine Marcus and Mr. Fabian would have differed if Josie had noticed me standing in the street instead of Earp.<BR CLEAR="all">
<SMALL><B>Josie:</B> I wonder who that extra-thick milkshake standing over there is?
<B>Fabian:</B> Behold the quintessential American depressive male. Note the ample profile, the eyes heavy with self-doubt and regret, a glassy gaze not unlike that of a drugged sheep. He has the look of both the defeated and the bewildered.
<B>Josie:</B> I want one.
<B>Fabian:</B> I wish you luck.