“I’m trying to drink it all in!” Goldblum says. Then he feels the desk, touches the leather, admires the flowers (“Real flowers? Orange! The guru’s color”).
“You’re such a strange man,” Conan finally blurts. “You’re very tactile.”
No, I don’t know why I’ve been so into Conan lately. But it probably has to do with all that envelope-pushing.
I do sure love me some Jeff Goldblum, though. I very briefly dated a fellow who was a lot like Jeff Goldblum, what with the childlike wonderment and all the grappling, and at the time it drove me insane. Insane. And now I think, what was wrong with me? Jeff Goldblum is the best!