“Lola, my dear, I’d love to run barefoot through your golden hair.”
One of the funniest and most ludicrous lines I’ve ever heard in a movie. From “Bombshell” (1933) spoken to Jean Harlow (at her best) by a supposed upper-crust poet (Franchot Tone) on a moonlight stroll at a desert dude ranch.
I just had to share this.
Be smart about this corona virus thing; read, watch old movies, wash your hands, and your hair in case someone has run barefoot through it.
