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Betty White, 1922-2021

 One way to remember Betty White is via "The Proposal."


This movie came out in 2009; White plays "Gammy," a strange, horny person in her late eighties.

Gammy's grandson, Ryan Reynolds, gets involved in a sham marriage with Oscar-winner Sandra Bullock. Bullock needs the marriage because she is an emigrant from Canada, and she has an expired visa. But important men in suits suspect that the marriage isn't real; to prove her commitment, Bullock flies to Ryan Reynolds's ancestral Sitka, Alaska, to spend a weekend with Reynolds's mother, Oscar-winner Mary Steenburgen.

Steenburgen does very little--but that's fine, because Gammy appears on the scene.

I think the writers just wanted Betty White to say something outrageous every five minutes, so here's what we get:

Betty White attends a strip club and screams at the male stripper: "Give it to me! Give it to me hard!"

Betty White makes lewd eyes at her grandson as she presents him with a special afghan: "I call this The Babymaker."

Betty White makes a demand: "Why don't you move the wedding date to this evening? If you wait till next month, I could be dead."

People say one thing that can advance your career in Hollywood is gratitude, a willingness to play the card you're dealt. White knows she isn't reciting Shakespeare, and yet she makes a feast from slim pickings.

I'm happy whenever she is on-screen.
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