“Nice beaver.” “Thank you, I just had it stuffed.” [Hands over a stuffed beaver.] It’s a beautiful back-and-forth between Leslie Nielsen and Priscilla Presley in The Naked Gun, a scene concreted in my cortex as I distinctly remember sitting through it, age eight or nine, next to my grandmother. For some reason, this sticks out more than the body condoms or the hot-mic urinating or the completely forgotten and random “the kind of legs you’d like to suck on for a day” line. In fact, by the... Read this story
