Some people like Howard may overall be nice people, but I really don't give a fart in a tornado what he thinks about us owning guns. Anything else, for that matter. And the EUnuchs? Please. These people are preparing themselves to freeze to death in the next bad winter in the name of being green(well, lots of bodies rotting is fertilizer, I guess) and I'm supposed to care that they have attacks of the vapors because we haven't disarmed ourselves to their satisfaction?
I can't find the clip I wanted, so I'll use the transcript from The Americanization of Emily:
You American-haters bore me to tears, Miss Barham. I've dealt with Europeans all my life. I know all about us parvenus from the States who come over here and race around your old cathedral towns with our cameras and Coca-Cola bottles... Brawl in your pubs, paw your women, and act like we own the world. We over-tip. We talk too loud. We think we can buy anything with a Hershey bar.
I've had Germans and Italians tell me how politically ingenuous we are. And perhaps so. But we haven't managed a Hitler or Mussolini yet. I've had Frenchmen call me a savage because I only took half an hour for lunch. Hell, Miss Barham, the only reason the French take two hours for lunch is because the service in their restaurants is lousy. The most tedious lot are you British. We crass Americans didn't introduce war into your little island. This war, Miss Barham, to which we Americans are so insensitive, is the result of 2,000 years of European greed, barbarism, superstition, and stupidity. Don't blame it on our Coca-Cola bottles. Europe was a going brothel long before we came to town.
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