I dug through a bin at someone else’s neighborhood Walmart and for $3.99, I came out with my childhood classic: Robin Hood: Men In Tights.

I can still remember sitting in front of the television watching Channel 13. This movie would come on and I’d be silent, except for the occasional giggle, for the whole two hours.

Channel 13 was my favorite channel growing up because they played amazing movies every weekend. You could catch Hook, The Sandlot, or sometimes a full Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles marathon. Turtles in a half shell. Turtle power.

So last night, after getting home just in time to catch the last 15 minutes of Paul Rudd on SNL, I decided to pop in Men in Tights for old times’ sake. Fourteen years have passed since my last viewing of this comedic opus, and it didn’t miss a step.

Isaac Hayes, Patrick Stewart, and Dom DeLuise absolutely crushed their roles. DeLuise spoofing The Godfather, Hayes as Asneeze breaking Robin out of jail, Stewart arriving just in time as King Richard. The film has a few sight gags that feel a bit dated now, but plenty that still hit.

It was strange to realize that while my 14-year-old self had a big crush on Will Scarlet O’Hara, my 26-year-old self couldn’t stop looking at Cary Elwes. He was dashing, charming, and all kinds of Zack Morris-cute as Robin of Loxley.

Blinkin and Ahchoo are still the best sidekicks you could ever hope for. I fell back in love with the ridiculous metal chastity belt, the aggressive German handler Broomhilde, and the Sheriff of Rottingham’s rubbery facial expressions. Tracey Ullman as Latrine is comedy gold.

I laughed out loud at the jokes I remembered, sang along with the “Men in Tights” number, and felt a little sad when it ended. They just don’t make spoof movies like this anymore.

Cary Elwes, whose spot in Hollywood seems to have been taken by the likes of Patrick Wilson and Aaron Eckhart, deserves better. His IMDB page these days is full of smaller roles, but the talent is still there. I’d love to see him back in something great.

And then there’s Dave Chappelle. Of everyone in this movie, he’s the one who made the biggest impact on my generation. From work meetings to house parties, someone is always quoting Chappelle’s Show. Even though it only lasted two seasons and a handful of extras, he left a huge mark.

Chappelle didn’t just make people laugh. He cracked open real conversations about race, drug culture, government, and media. Somehow, he got through to a generation that often seemed too cynical to care. I miss his voice, especially in the big moments like the election of the first Black president or the death of Michael Jackson. I always wonder what kind of sketches he would have come up with for things like Octo-Mom, Jon and Kate, Britney’s meltdown, or the recession.

Hopefully he’s had his time to rest and is getting ready to come back when he’s ready. The comedy scene could really use his kind of honesty and fearless satire right now.

So if you’re looking for a perfect night in, here’s my recommendation: Roll a joint, order a pizza, call a friend or two, pop in Robin Hood: Men In Tights, and chase it with Seasons 1 and 2 of Chappelle’s Show. It doesn’t get much better.

Mel Brooks packed that movie with jokes, and looking back, you can tell how many newer films borrowed from his style. Sadly, most of the cast has stepped back from the spotlight. Some have passed away. Others are just a little quieter now.

I can still remember when Richard Lewis was everywhere in the mid-’90s. That guy used to pop up in every comedy special, every stand-up lineup. Now, not so much. Time moves on, but movies like this remind me why I fell in love with comedy in the first place. Viva youth.