That's it, you're off my fucking world, if only because we have wildly differing definitions of the word unremarkable.
That particular scene (again, I watched with my then 13 year old as a father/son bonding moment and absolutely thought the entire movie was boring while son thought it was an instant classic) is everyman's fantasy. Knight in shining armor type of stuff. Hot chick stranded, I come along, rescue young damsel and she proceeds to take off clothes in a show of gratitude. I then forget what I'm supposed to do next because that is when either the bell rings for next period or the alarm goes off and I'm late for work again.
I actually did rescue a damsel in a similar moment once. My cousin and I were going to Corpus Christi early one morning for a weekend with friends. We decided to leave early Saturday morning, around 4 in the morning. As we were driving down I-45 towards downtown, we noticed this mini-skirt wearing young lady walking away from her car parked on the side of the highway. We stopped as did about five other cars. We backed up quicker than anyone else and I instructed my cousin to stick his head out of the car window and let her know that 1) we weren't going to hurt her, we were good guys and 2) what is the problem and do you need help!. She looked at my cousin and then noticed me and she smiled. I guess we were goofy enough looking teenagers that we couldn't possibly be anything but a couple of well intentioned hormone driven but harmless teens (don't try this today, I can't vouch for the same thing happening nowadays).
We parked, walked back to her car with her and she points to a flat rear tire. "It's flat" says my cousin. (What she said next is the honest truth) "Only on the bottom" she says. I try hard not to laugh out loud and suspect that maybe 1) she's kidding or 2) she's drunk or 3) she's dumb. I went with she's kidding because she was hot and that's the way a teenager thinks. We proceed to change her tire in record time, emulating the best Indy 500 pit crew ever made. We did this in a coordinated fashion, never missing a beat between us. Fixed! Then we noticed that the spare tire we put on her car was very low and extremely bald looking. "Ahum, you better get to a gas station or something because you may not make it home" said I. "I live in Deer Park, you don't think I'll make it?" she asks. "We better follow you home just in case" (this was going in the opposite direction of where we intended to head as soon as we made a connection with I-59), so we did and got her home safe and sound from her night out of clubbing and doing whatever.
And she gave each one of us a kiss (no tongue). For a teenager, a goofy one, it was a memorable moment. Screw you all!
