Lord of the Rings?
Gone with the Wind?
I have one great story; I was sharing a apartment with an Australian. I was studying and worked at a club in the evenings. One day I was running late, and I borrowed this Ozzie's girlfriend's car (with her permission) to get to work. About 2.30am, on the way back home I was dropping the last of my co-workers off when I got pulled over by the police.
Not good; I had no insurance to drive that car. The officer asked me whose car it was; "Maria" I said. Maria who he said? "I dunno, she's my flat mate's girlfriend" said I. Apparently the car was still registered with the old owner, a man. "Oh, she only got it a few weeks ago, I guess she's not sent the papers in yet". Then he asks me what's in the rear seats. "I don't know," I said "I jumped in the car to go to work and now I'm on my way home, I haven't looked". Apparently there was a handbag (purse) there, and he asked what was in it. "Well, I don;t know, but if I know what women keep in their handbags, make-up, tissues, old letters, bills, a brush, tights; you know what I mean?" He smiles, and tells me I was going too fast a way back, and very nicely lets me off with a talking to. Then he say, "Before you go, could I have a look in the boot (trunk) please". "Sure" says I, not believing my luck; he'd not given me a Producer, which would have required me to bring my non-existant insurance documents to a police station. I open the boot, and there is a VCR, a TV, videos, CD's, clothes, you name it. I gathered myself, looked up and said without a quaver in my voice, "She's in the middle of moving, still got a few loads to go".
And he bid me a good evening and I went on my way. I was stunned. Either the guy knew I hadn't told him one lie, or he was a nutter.
That's a good story.