I swear, to this morning I still get a little internal chuckle out of the Sully sequence (or whatever you call those). I feel like movies like this one greatly attest to the values of the eighties. It's still fun to see John Matrix get back at the goons who kidnapped his daughter and treated him so badly.

Tasting each others same flavour ice cream.

Not knowing what's in those sandwiches.

Smelling the enemy's approach.