The only positive response I’ve ever had to the word “valentine” was when I saw Sydney Lumet‘s The Fugitive Kind and Marlon Brando‘s Valentine Xavier appeared in a snakeskin jacket. I feel zilch about this Hollywood montage making the rounds today. The finale of The Apartment is the only proclamation scene that has ever touched me because (a) it comes at the very end and (b) the object of Jack Lemmon‘s affection shrugs and says “fine, whatever…let’s get down to it.” Exactly.

I also love the champagne-cork gag. Perfect timing, perfect delivery. I laugh every time.