I read Richard Roeper's column yesterday, and was amazed that Planes, Trains, and Automobiles will be 35 years old in a couple of weeks. Think he called it one of the best Thanksgiving movies. Who could forget Steve Martin heaping F bombs at the rental car clerk.
Car Rental Agent : [cheerfully] Welcome to Marathon, may I help you?
Neal : Yes.
Car Rental Agent : How may I help you?
Neal : You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks! Then you can give me a fucking automobile! A fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick! Four fucking wheels and a seat!
Car Rental Agent : I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me.
Neal : And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car... right... fucking... now.
[pause]
Car Rental Agent : May I see your rental agreement?
Neal : I threw it away.
Car Rental Agent : Oh, boy.
Neal : Oh, boy, what?
Car Rental Agent : [narrows her eyes] You're fucked.