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| President Jackson: | I’m President Samuel L. Jackson and everybody fuckin’ loves me! |
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| Generic Terrorist: | Perhaps I should put some snakes on his plane because I am evil. |
| President Jackson: | Get off my plane, ya motherfuckin’ snake! |
| Snake: | Sssssssss |
| Girl: | Thank you for saving us, sir! |
| President Jackson: | Shit, bitch! Dat’s my job! |
Could Samuel L. Jackson save Air Force One? Undoubtably.
Could Samuel L. Jackson have saved Air Force One? Unlikely. Even the combination of Jackson’s thespian prowess and the liberal inclusion of random reptiles couldn’t have saved that stinker of a movie.
I have grand hopes that the inevitable success of the upcoming Snakes on a Plane will revitalize the B-movie industry. Think of the sequels alone: Rats on a Boat, Wolves on a Bus, Marmosets on a Blimp; the possibilities are endless.