Watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest again the other night. For about the kazillionth time, give or take.
And it occured to me that one of the scenes could just as well have been filmed at my house. With my family.
You could take the word 'cigarettes' out and substitute 'ice cream'. Or 'good spot on the sofa'. Or 'phone'.
Yes. That's my life in the nuthouse.