“I’ll count the hours that you’re away. Not on the lips. I’m going to that party at Nina’s later, I don’t want to smear my lipstick.”
Let this dictate your romantic choices for the rest of the week. “You’ve got it, mister. THE HAIR.”
Happy Madeline Kahn Monday: Taffeta, Darling
My dad and I definitely do the elbow-rub goodbye on a regular basis, and it is 100% because of this scene. <3
My roommate and I used to yell this to each other through our paper thin walls (ah, New England mill towns, you do have the shittiest homes) as we fell asleep.
We now live in different cities but still just sign off things with, “Taffeta, darling.”
I have now helped shop for bridesmaid dresses on four separate occasions, and “Taffeta, it wrinkles so easssssily” is the only viable response when the bride coos over the crinkly fabric. (To whit; this has also successfully gotten me out of ever having to wear a taffeta dress)
I like to think Kirk’s “KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!” was actually about Madeline.
I caught Young Frankenstein on TCM last week and it was glorious.
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE! 💜
The elbow-rub is the traditional hug substitute of my entire family because of this.
The best way to describe me is that when I first saw this at 10 I knew instantly I was a Teri Garr and would never be a Madeline Kahn; I could only marvel from afar.
As much as I love Madeline Kahn, Teri Garr isn’t a consolation prize. She’s cool as shit and so are you.
I, on the other hand, would be a Cloris Leachman and I feel like that’s the pinnacle of my true self.
I love Teri Garr! She’s adorable and she ends up with my lifelong crush Gene Wilder. Occasionally I just long to be a Madeline.
My parents are incapable of discussing Ovaltine without Cloris’s accent.
That’s fair. I, too, would happily be Madeline at all points of my life.
But in the words of our departed Whitney, I’m every woman, it’s all in meeeeeee.
(I’m a bit punchy this morning.)
The best way to describe me is that when I first saw this at 10 I knew instantly I was a Teri Garr and would never be a Madeline Kahn; I could only marvel from afar.
I love Teri Garr! She's adorable and she ends up with my lifelong crush Gene Wilder. Occasionally I just long to be a Madeline.
My parents are incapable of discussing Ovaltine without Cloris's accent.
Young Frankenstein has ruined me in so many ways, not least that I cannot sing Puttin On The Ritz without doing it in the style of the creature. And sometimes I pretend to be Inspector Kemp. VOOTSHTAPS VOOTSHTAPS VOOTSHTAPS.
So, I live in Germany. I was reading something that used “Fußstahpfe” (footsteps), and it’s pronounced like Inspector Kemp does. Sooo, I wandered around the apartment barking VOOTSHTAPS at everything.
So, I live in Germany. I was reading something that used "Fußstahpfe" (footsteps), and it's pronounced like Inspector Kemp does. Sooo, I wandered around the apartment barking VOOTSHTAPS at everything.
My ex-husband and I used to watch this every year and I ADORED this movie, and Madeline Kahn especially. I haven’t watched it since we divorced… might be time to reclaim this!