— C’est une île en Bretagne. Où l’on suppose que les druides se réunissaient pour célébrer le culte d’un dieu solaire. C’est là que je suis né.
— T’es né dans une île ?
— Oui.
— Ah ! Tu m’y emmèneras ?
— Bien sûr.

Mon Oncle d’Amérique is in some ways a comedy. Also a film that has you discussing to for long afterward, and not in the terms you use for most films. And now my article is completed. It’s about the right length, and I’ll dispatch it to my editor in plenty of time. In all the years since I won my first newspaper job in high school, I’ve never missed a single deadline. I like to think that’s because I choose not to. I wonder. And you, who are not very good about making deadlines, don’t be too quick to blame yourself. Pin it on the turtles. By the way, the American uncle never shows up. — Roger Ebert