The truth has stayed buried for over seven years. But now-this day-the reckoning will come.
I understand why this scene was cut but I can’t help but being sad because it gives a better look at Ralph and the way he feels about his Mrs.
It just becomes so clear how much he cares for her, really.
There’s no denying in that. He always sensed something was wrong. That something was causing her pain. But he didn’t know what. Because they never actually talked about it. But now he sees this happening, he sees that Walt is one of the reasons why she’s in so much pain. And it’s strange, really. Walt could have it figured out long before Ralph. He could have sensed something was wrong, that she was in pain, ever since the beginning. But he didn’t stop and think. But Ralph did. He did it when she didn’t even say anything. When she was looking out of the window car and he checked his car mirror. To check up on her every now and then. Because that’s what he does. He watches over her. Tries to comfort her. Brings her tea in a paper cup. Digs holes in Disney’s soil with her. Even though he has no idea what exactly is hurting her. But now he finds out that he’s one of the persons who’s causing her this much pain, even if it’s unintentional. It becomes so clear that he just can’t stop pushing her and pushing her. And Ralph sees that. And she sees how tired it makes her. How much she wants to go home. And so he lifts up his hand and goes ‘the lady is ready to go now, sir.’ Just seconds after admitting he was a big fan of his. He, a taxi driver, tells the great Walt Disney, his boss, to back off.
No more hurting my Mrs.
I didn’t think if was possible, but I ship them even more now.
Why does it feel that this scene wasn’t cut from when I saw this in theaters?
are penguins even real omfg
These are for you, baby. Penguins.
I LOVE penguins!!! 🐧🐧
Imagine your icon demanding you draw them like one of your french girls.
i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves