When I posted my nonspecific list of all-time favorite Christmas movies a week or so ago, I made one very grievous omission. This. Highly recommended for fans of Robert Downey Jr.; a gay, bloated, wisecracking Val Kilmer (the best kind); smart, fast, hilarious dialogue; severed fingers or accidental shootings.

I’d post a snippet of the dialogue, but I really don’t want to spoil it if you’ve never seen the movie.

OK, fuck it. Here:

Gay Perry: Look up “idiot” in the dictionary, know what you’ll find?

Harry: …a picture of me?

Gay Perry: No. The definition of the word “idiot,” which you fucking are.