I enjoy conversations with my brother. Now I share the pointless drivel.

Both intently watch the trailer for the reversioning/retelling/redo--whatever of The Wolfman.

Brother, kinda breathlessly: Anthony Hopkins is pimp as hell. I have to go see that movie.

Me: Inorite!? He's cool as all get out.

Brother: He hasn't been in much lately. I'd pay to see him in pretty much anything. Like, even if it was just him and a bunch of other old dudes getting lunch at the Olive Garden. I'd still go, it'd be sweet as hell.

Me: Hell yeah.

Brother: Like, what if they took the whole cast from Space Cowboys and added Morgan Freeman and Anthony Hopkins and they like all ordered the soup salad and bread sticks at Olive Garden?

Me: Or, like they can't find the restaurant and the first half the movie is them finding it and the second half is them eating....and Clint Eastwood is the waiter.

Brother: Right and like Donald Sutherland would spill his coke on Clint and there's be blood and it's be jacked up and sweet as hell.

Me: I'd see that movie everyday.

Brother: I'd see it like, twice a day, because I'm so for, I'm eight it.

Me: Last time you said that you ended up staring at a hamburger for a half hour.

Brother: You ruin everything.