Last night, we watched Maid In Manhatten, the awful, horrible, no good, very bad, J-Lo movie and then Cracola broke the coffee table over my back.
She wasn't mad because I had made her watch that horrible film (she in fact bought it), no, she was mad because I said that Bob Hoskins (a butler in the movie) was not British. I maintained that he was American because of his fantastic work in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? but Cracola said nooooooooooooooooo he has been in so many British shows that he must be British. Then we started fighting like WWF wrestlers with me pinning Cracola for a second with a ring rope clothesline drop but with Cracola ultimately winning the battle with a moonsault off the kitchen table.
But Google, not fighting, solves everything so we agreed to settle this in the morning.
But Cracola could not wait for the internet time, so she asked people in our class, literally that we have never talked with before, "Hey, do you know anything about the actor Bob Hoskins?"
Nobody admitted to knowing anything about Bob Hoskins. And we wonder why no one in the class talks to us.
Still unsatisfied, and Google hours away, Cracola called her mom at 6am EST to ask her if she knew anything about Bob Hoskins. Still no definitive answer.
In the end, Cracola was right, Bob Hoskins is in fact a Brit.
