I saw The Prestige with Emma on Sunday.
J.P. Gross saw it too. Rowlf and I have been given the task of performing "The Transported Man" or "Men", as J.P. would have us do. Scooter talked him down from fifty-three to six. We can do one by modifying the current stage. To do the six as required means Beauregard has to construct more trapdoors: some contained within others; some cut across others; and one in a glass tank which remains watertight when opened. The Zuchinni Brothers, who own the tank, say it is perfectly suitable to be modified as necessary, but they also say they know nothing about trapdoors. Beauregard has gone on leave and handed the task over to Rizzo the Rat. Rowlf has gone on leave, too. I suspect Crazy Harry will be part of the act.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman