A "coup" [koo] is bold but triumphant action, like a coup d'état or getting a major rock star or ventriloquist to sign a mannequin's cleavage for a charity auction. There's no "e" in "bold" or "triumph," so there's no "e" in "coup" either. A "coup d'état" and "revolution" both have one "e."
A "coupe" [koop] is a small-ish two-door car. There's an "e" at the end of "Little," "Deuce" and "Coupe." You don't know what I've got.
A "coupé" [koo-pay] is when a ballerina shifts her weight from one leg to the other. The odds are good that none of us will ever need to know this for anything in our lives.
And a "coop" is a Los Angeles-based pop artist or a small enclosure designed for birds or human convicts. Coops being cramped and covered in bird shit, it's easy to understand why the "u" in "coup" flew the coop. This may rely too much on historical trivia to be a handy memory device, but I tend to remember this one as coopers being the artisans who made barrels and crates -- throw some chicken wire across the opening of either, and you have a coop.
Lee Marvin and Angie Dickinson: The only Hollywood power couple that ever mattered. Even though they were never an actual couple. And she had multiple reasons to loathe him, not the least of which being that he nearly dropped her out of a window, was an ass to her and gleefully stole shots that should have been hers in Don Siegel's proto-TV movie, THE KILLERS. Speaking of which:
Marvin, despite or because he was drunk, turns in a magnificent death scene, one far better than the cheap melodrama it caps off. Marvin was the Gil Kane of Hollywood acting; far better than the material he got but unable/unwilling to transcend it. When he did get solid material, like in THE ICEMAN COMETH or POINT BLANK, Marvin radiated a feral grace; in the latter film, director John Boorman made excellent dramatic use of Marvin's gigantic feet, which emoted more than the back of Steve McQueen's head, Clint Eastwood's squint and Jack Nicholson's eyebrows combined.
Also: My birthday is coming up, and if you love me at all, you will get me from the above clip: 1. Ronald Reagan's totally sweet burgundy suit 2. Marvin's stylish but gigantic shoes or 3. Dickinson's soft, quivering mouth. Not necessarily in that order. If those aren't available, I'd be cool with Marvin's suit or his '64 Ford Galaxie. Thanks in advance.
I now understand why people who meet Little Man for the first time freak out when they learn that he's not a kitten. He's so little!
Mokey now has three-ish teeth and vastly improved breath, and Noogie is exponentially fatter. I've never seen a cat with a double chin before. He makes it work, regardless; he's grown into some Sean Connery-level reverse handsomeness. Taken yesterday.