There are two types of people in this world:
When one type is asked, “What’s the time?” — whether it be morning, noon, or night — these people clapback with:
“WELL IT’S GOTTA BE CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT!!!”
And the other type aren’t Rent stans.
Recall my overwrought thoughts on Spirited’s “Good Afternoon” (robbed of an Oscar nomination! Hey Academy: good afternoon), specifically how earworms from musicals so lodge themselves into their fans’ psyches that they become forever associated with such ubiquitous phrases. Similarly — as the Rent hypothetical demonstrates — when the show-tune obsessed hear lyrics from a beloved song coincidentally dropped into everyday conversation, they can’t help but respond with the next line; it’s an example of art reshaping we losers’ relationship with the colloquial lexicon.
If someone wakes up and remarks, “Oh, what a beautiful mornin’”, you’re no friend of mine if you don’t follow-up with, “Oh, what a beautiful day!”
(You might not be my friend, but at least you have a life; congrats, props, kudos, and good afternoon).
Any others spring to mind??
Because they’re legion.