He was droll ("America, I come in peace"), playfully evasive about changing the team's name and confident of a championship in five years "maximum".
The script wasn't vintage noir – there was a martial arts scene – and Garner was not exactly Chandler's Philip Marlowe, but he was droll and melancholy.
I don't remember the details of his riffs, so you'll just have to take my word for it: he was droll, witty, sharp, and at once self-deprecating and merciless to his fellow politicians.
In person, he is droll, handsome, tough and self-contained.
He is droll - "I just thought I'd check you guys are okay," he says, as the left side of the stadium erupts as he ventures near.
With him, Jonathan Veira as Leporello bobs along cheerfully while keeping his guard up: he is droll, engaging and unsavory all at once.
He is droll on the subject of egg freezing and casts himself as a 20-year-old woman: "So, I am a young woman, I collect my eggs – I haven't the foggiest idea yet whether I want children, I have not yet met the man with whom I would like to have children, I do not know yet whether I want to be a single mother, I have not made up my mind yet but I have it in the bank.
The Yorkshire poet is talking to his astute and desirable mistress, not, of course, to a political opponent, but, to some degree, he is drolling.
The Flit!" The firm that made Flit was a subsidiary of the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey (the only cartoon-ad idea that did not originate with Geisel or his wife was submitted by the first Mrs. John D. Rockefeller, Jr., and while he can't remember what it was, he recalls that it was droll), and every now and then he would be farmed out to another subsidiary, like the Essomarine fuel outfit.
This was droll enough, I suppose, as far as it went.
