The other way watching old movies gets me in trouble is with the ladies because maybe rampant misogyny doesn't seem like a good idea now, but back then HAHAHHAHA! hitting women was allowed because you kind of owned them, but not in a bad way like a dishwasher, in a good way like a dog or something with boobs that does your laundry. Obviously, society has changed and we no longer embrace the Cro-mag views of old as acceptable, but after watching this I find myself wanting to stuff grapefruits into women faces and that shit doesn't fly anymore, especially since the dry cleaning lady was just asking for my ticket, but I couldn't help myself and then POW! grapefruit in the face and I'm all "I didn't ask for any of your lip." and then I got arrested because obviously the cops haven't seen the movie and did I mention tazing me makes me pee my pants and forget who I am for half an hour?
That was an important life lesson.
It takes a special kind of asshole to look tough when wearing jammies.