It was after-work drinks last night when someone stood from the table and quoted William Faulkner -- something like, "Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail."
And I realized the few stand-alone quotes chasing around in my head include, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner," and "Fiddle-dee-dee, tomorrow is another day."
I can ramble off the first handful of lines of Chaucer's prologue to the Canterbury Tales, but make a point with my remembered quotes? Not so much.
Oh, here's another from the vault'o'brilliance: "This is Bridget Jones, wonton sex goddess with a very bad man between her thighs.... Oh, hello Mom."
Yeah, I'm doomed.