Granted... but everyone you meet on the street greets you with annoying phrases like "I know kung fu", or "Woah" in that stupid surfer accent, or they do that little air guitar thing from Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. You get so pissed off at the phoniness of it all that you either blow your brains out, or you sell out and agree to act in the sequel, which ends up being nothing but a bunch of cool martial arts fights strung together by a few cryptic words from Aunt Jemima.... making you wish you had blown your brains out. Or do you want to wait and see if the third one is any better...?
I wish I wish I had a fish. It would make a tasty dish. With pepper, dill, and horseradish. Oh I wish I had a fish.