Stop in the name of Hitch


When Carol Burnett was eighteen she was an usherhette at a movie house in Hollywood. During that time, it was very common for audience members to enter anytime during the movie. When Strangers on a Train was playing she barred a couple from entering the theater five minutes before it ended. She was immediately fired. Years later, when she received her star on The Walk of Fame she requested it be placed in front of the theater and when the building was demolished her husband bought the door she wouldn’t allow the couple to pass through. She also has a poster of Strangers on a Train in her home inscribed by Hitch himself. His message - sorry about your job. 

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