Mi Casablanca is you Casablanca

So I'm in Austin, and I've gotten to know my screenwriting pals, and they're mostly cool, except for this reeeeally introverted girl who doesn't talk to any of us, and I've been to a brillion brunches and orientations, even a party at a professor's house to which I brought a bottle of rum, and I've had my first screenwriting class, and it was pretty cool, because we examined the opening scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and I watched Casablanca as class homework last night, and I also watched Dario Argento's latest horror movie The Card Player, which is CRAP-crap, but hilarious, and I've spent the morning finally figuring out all this crazy financial aid stuff, and I'm about to ride the shuttle back to my place, and I almost feel in my element, only Ashley's not here.

"I always knew you were a sentimentalist at heart."

Shut up, Sam, and round up the usual suspects that don't amount to a hill of beans looking at you kid.