Happy birthday, Marvin.
I think it’s a testament to Martin Freeman’s amazeballitude that his entire face and body language actually look American in that Fargo nonsense. I don’t even have to listen to his (questionable) Fargo accent in a clip — I can see it in the way he holds himself, the way he moves, the way his emotions come across. In gifs, of course. Masterful, yo.
I was coming from the East Village and late to work as usual, so I took a cab instead of the M15. “Water and Broad,” I said to the driver, an older Asian man. “You are going to NYU?” he asked. “You a student?”"Just to work," I said."You remind me of my daughter," he said. "She is so smart. So, so smart. She went to Phillip Exeter. But I lost her. Four years ago. She committed suicide." He produced a laminated photo of the girl when she was around fifteen or so. He kissed it. "I tried to kill myself twice after she did," he said. "It didn’t work. You know, she had everything. I had a good job before this." He kissed the photo again. "I have a house, I’ve paid my mortgage. She was a rich girl." He kissed the photo. "You think, rich girl has everything. But it’s all a lie. You’re just keeping it away from someone else." We went over a pothole. "I wish someone could have told her all this."
He turned onto the FDR. The windows were halfway down, so he had to raise his voice over the wind as he twisted halfway around to talk. “Happiness is the biggest weapon you have!” he shouted. “Every day, you have to fight through with happiness!”
The thing about Harrison [Ford] was Harrison could fuck. Nine people a day. It’s a talent, loving nine different people in one day. Warren [Beatty] could only do six.
She thought she kept hearing fireworks and couldn’t sleep, so we sang to keep her mind preoccupied. In the end, nothing competes with fireworks.
OK guys, this is it, I’m dead, this is so adorable I can’t handle it, goodbyeeee