If you hang around me or Jeff, chances are you've heard us talking about Angie Dickinson or calling people "magnificent bastards" or some such nonsense. When you ask us what the hell we're doing (and you usually do) we tell you that we're doing our Robert Evans impersonation. That never seems to explain anything, so I thought I'd try to explain it here. :)
Now, to be fair, this impersonation has morphed into a mix of Robert Evans, Will Ferrell doing Robert Goulet, and Will Ferrell doing Neil Diamond on acid....but it all falls under "Robert Evans" for us.
...just don't ask. It's easier if you don't ask.
Just who is this Robert Evans? Well you can read about him here, but I prefer listening to Patton Oswalt talk about him. That's what spawned all of this insanity.
I know, right? Crazy and hilarious! The problem is, we can't stop The Voice. The Voice has taken on a life of its own. I'm worried that our friends will ostracize us and we'll have to choose between them and Robert Evans. I see frenzied late night phone calls where we whisper to each other about a heroin-crazed Brian Dennehy punching us in the solar plexus. I see a Seinfeld episode...
I would just like to point out that others are being influenced by The Voice. At Benjy's last Sunday, my super proper friend Cecile was annoyed by The Voice until she heard the table next to ours complaining that their steak was "not 8 oz. as advertised by the waiter." She leaned over to me and said (IN The Voice!) "I had a young Al Pacino in my trailer and I said to him, 'Kid, that ain't no eight ounces!'"
I fell out of my chair. :)