There's something I've been trying to touch on with a few of my posts: that certain part of your memory that holds on specific images, sounds, lines of dialogue, VHS cover art, colors, tiny objects in the background, etc. Everyone has their own and they're almost impossible to explain or defend. But none of that matters. Here are: Three Scenes I Love.
Hackers -- Crayola Book Quiz/Hacking a Bank Across State Lines
For Love or Money -- The Ticket Trade