Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine.
A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball.
The first Matrix genius, the second one, what's up with the dancing? I haven't even seen the third one.