When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?"
"Yessir, the check is in the mail."
The best movie about a clueless trucker fighting ghost ninja gods for the sake of a green-eyed girl ever made.
Today's Word: Trouble. With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for pool, right here in River City!