My Name is H.I.

Raising Arizona

Glen: "What am I talkin' about? I'm talkin' about sex, boy, what the hell you talkin' about? I'm talking about l'amour. I'm talking that me and Dot are swingers, as in 'to swing.'"

The Script -- find your inner H.I.

On April 30, 2004, we proved it was more than a passing fad. The second movie night included Lisa and Kevin, and featured Angela finding her white trash masculine side as H.I. McDunnough. That sumbitch Angela looks some good with facial hair. Who knew?

Lisa & Kevin were invited and they were worthy participants. Kevin proved (for the first time) that no amount of facial hair, pompadour or other ridiculous accoutrement can mask his male model good looks. We love -- and hate -- him for that. Lisa accomplished school-marmishness with surprising ease (although she should have come as Edwina, considering that every five minutes she yelled "Ahhh-um BARREN!"), Jeff and Laurie would have become swingers had anyone actually been willing to take them up on the offer, and Collins phoned it in (although she did wear what we told her to, so we really can't complain). Heather and Danny appeared to be having fun, but this would be their last movie night.

Laurie and Jeff, not content to keep their strange hobby to themselves, went through the KFC drive-through in costume and had a KFC employee take a Polaroid of them in the drive-through.

Best costume accessory: H.I.'s "tat," courtesy of LC's Mobile Temp Tat Emporium. Laurie has "skills" (skills that are useless and unmarketable, but skills nonetheless)

Best prop: the jello and PBR. This was probably the least complicated movie night as far as food was concerned. There's something to be said for white trash cuisine -- damn, it's easy and cheap!