While he may not have written it, when someone mentions Christopher Guest, my first thoughts go to The Princess Bride's six-fingered man.
And then my thoughts go to the Remains of the Day lunchbox.
He begged their pardon, but he had forgotten his gloves, and instantly crossing the room to the writing table, he drew out a letter from under the scattered paper, placed it before Anne with eyes of glowing entreaty fixed on her for a time, and hastily collecting his gloves, was again out of the room, almost before Mrs. Musgrove was aware of his being in it: the work of an instant! ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion
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