Wes Craven Plot: The bloody birth of Fredward Scissorhands. Key line: 'I know you too well now, Freddy. ... All leading up to the fantastic jump shot, where Fred 'not Freddy yet' Kruger pops up from beneath and behind her. All we know.

And a tankful lasts a mapful of miles.

Oh you haven't lived till you've had a nibble on a fur burger!

Do they not sneakingly bestow on me their crass inability to do anything with their own misbegotten progeny, a subterfuge which I scornfully fub off on text-books?