Hence the general accolades for Gran Torino, I guess. The movie is by most standards embarrassingly bad, thanks in large part to a terrible script by "Factory Accident Sex" scribe Nick Schenck. The story of a Polish-American racist coming to like and protect his Hmong neighbors would be slightly more touching if it wasn't, um... well, as fullmotor pointed out to me on the ride home, "ham-handed" is too kind by far, so I'm not really sure what to call this. The dialogue quoted in the subject line is not only a line, but a typical one. (I might also have chosen, "You're wrong, eggroll," one of many racial slurs that Schenck apparently looked up before he started writing.) It eventually comes to sound like the McSweeney's parody of the movie Crash:
WAITER: Can I take your order?The movie is frequently hilarious for this reason--half the audience was laughing throughout--so I suppose I wouldn't discourage anybody from seeing it, specifically. You might want to leave before Clint Eastwood starts to gently warble the title song over the end credits, though.
ME: I'll have the club sandwich, easy on the mayo.
WAITER: To drink?
ME: Why are you people always asking me what I want to drink?
ME: You heard me.