Thoughts During Mel Brooks' Musical, 'Young Frankenstein'

What the--? This play is not in black-and-white!

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Shockingly, The Creature does appear in this version. I figured political correctness would have caved into the powerful monster minority.

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I'd make a lousy graverobber. I guess I could drive the getaway cart. Can you dig it?

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Hearing loss is my friend, muffling the chatter of the rude idiots next to me.

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The only "roll in the hay" I ever had fell out of a boxed lunch in the corral. Ruined our wedding.

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Ahh, there it is. I'm leaving the theatre, humming,
"Though your genitalia
Has been known to fail ya,
You can bet your ass on the brain!"

Mel Brooks! That's our Shakespeare!

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When Frankenstein presents The Creature to the public, the event takes place at the Loew's Transylvania Heights. Coincidentally, I once worked at Loew's Tara, although it was Master who was the wild-eyed scary beast.

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I'd never attempt to reanimate life. I can't even be kind, please rewind.

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Maybe, during Intermission, Dr. Frankenstein could go into my brain, turn back the mileage 50 years, and erase Howie Mandel's soul patch.

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Oh.

And: Wow! What knockers!

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