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The year 1973, the movie American Graffiti.

Hey everybody, welcome to Unspooled, I am Paul Sheer, Amy Nicholson.

We'll be joining me shortly.

Today we are talking about the classic film American Graffiti.

Before we get into that, we are going to talk a little bit about last week's film, which of course was some like it hot.

Before we even get into that, though, I want to remind you that we have merch.

That's right, unspooled's got merch.

Go to tpubbuk.com slash stores slash unspooled to get your I love leopard shirts or the AFI AF shirt or whatever you want to get.

I mean, look, there's a BDE shirt on there, we've talked about it enough.

This is interesting.

I'm going to start off the comments here with something from Squab Wheelman.

It goes in light of the last two weeks episodes of Unspooled.

I wanted to share my own personal Tony Curtis story.

I was working at the Home Shopping Network when Tony Curtis made an appearance at the network to sell reproductions of his paintings.

I was a stage manager at a scientific show.

During the show, I was moving a preview monitor into place for the host of the show.

As I finished, I slipped on a camera cable and fell flat on my back.

Tony Curtis, his mic still hot, walks off the set of the live broadcast and helps me back to my feet, making sure I was okay.

He gave me a big pat on the back and that bright Hollywood smile.

Then headed back to the show to sell more of his paintings to America.

I have another story from when I was retrieving him from the green room before the show, but that one's a little blue.

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