Mr. Fox: [sighs] Who am I, Kylie?
Kylie: Who how? What now?
Mr. Fox: Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?
Kylie: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal.
Nothing warms the soul like a glass of sweet lime and a Wes Anderson film. Therefore, this page is dedicated to celebrating all of Wes Anderson's cinematic wisdom, all of the time.
After this, let's go have a drink and smoke a cigarette.