Me ol' Ma has a cackling laugh. She also has weird taste in movies - very conservative Catholic, but every now & again falls in love with very offbeat flix like Fargo.
One time, in the 70s, her sister took her to the movies & they saw a flick she would never see on her own - Dog Day Afternoon - and couldnt stop talking about it. I offered to take her again but she didn't want to go cuz she laughed too much and didnt like the idea of her cackle drawing too much attention.
Those days, there werent VCRs yet, no way to watch a film at home. Instead, what they had was "2nd run" theaters - once a movie had its run, it would move to theaters where you could see it, sometimes as part of a double feature even, for a buck.
The local 2nd-run theater got Dog Day Afternoon in November, month of my mother's birthday, That gave me an idea. Went down to the theater & asked the manager how much it would cost to rent his theater for a showing of DDA. $285, he says (285 seats, $285). Too much.
Twas then i invoked The Power of the Mallard. Snatched the crispiest of $100 bills (a month's rent then) out my billfold. November 12th, middle of the week, i sez. You're already showing it @ 7 & 9. Show it @ 5, too, nobody's the wiser, money in your pocket.....
He went for it, Me & Da & sis took Ma to a late lunch and the four of us re-watched Al Pacino & weirdos & scaredos & transos tie up the Borough of Brooklyn with their heated hijinx for an afternoon, me Ma free to cackle all she pleased. She's 94yo now & still talks about it.