The part with the flame thrower was the best.
The real Sharon Tate was beautiful, too good for that pig, Roman Polanski. Plus, she was with child.
you know what my fav part was? When they went to the coyote, those old fashioned interiors, that is what you don’t get in the restaurants these days. You get lousy bright lights like in a psyche ward and hard chairs. And for that you pay lousy prices.
Oh those lovely booths and cheap food in those days.