Oh, Quaid. You are many, many things. Talented, yes; robustly bearded, clearly. Possessed of a last name that's really fun to say, and that I recently wished very much would count as a word in Scrabble? Indubitably. Thanks to things like Vacation and, let's face it, Days of Thunder, you were already a double-word score in my heart, but creating a part of speech from your last name so that I could reap the rewards would've made you a triple. [Maybe I can help in that regard: "I totally quaided my audition" could mean that one brought husky, somewhat slurry humor to it; "Those shoes are totally quaid" might recall the white shiny loafers your character gave Clark Griswold; "That quaid over there totally checked me out"... well, that might get a little confusing, thanks to Dennis, so let's just work on the noun a bit longer.]
So as I said, you are a whole lot of good. But one thing you are not...
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... is Sharon Stone. So tread carefully and don't let yourself get so Stoned -- yeah, yeah, I know, but lousy puns are my specialty -- that you further mold yourself in her kooky, lukewarm-diva image. I mean, the last thing we need at this point is you getting arrested in Park City when, during a copycat rejection of knickers, you leave your quaid out in the wind while uncrossing and recrossing your legs. Although yours did just inadvertently help me find that noun I was looking for, so thanks for that. Never thought I'd find it in your trousers, but what can I say? It's Hump Day.
