After the movie, The Final Chapter:
I went to see “Edward Scissorhands” with a colleague from the paper in Michigan. We came out of the theater, and I was enthralled. What an amazing fairy tale Tim Burton had told. If you’ve seen the movie, you know that at the end, Edward is carving giant ice sculptures, and the ice shavings are falling upon the town below as snow. Wonderful image.
So I come out of the theater with a big smile on my face. My friend turns to me and says, “So where did he get those big blocks of ice? How did he pay for them? Did someone deliver them?”
My jaw hit the ground. “Well, let me ask you this,” I said, incredulous. “How did he get scissors for hands? What movie were you watching?”