Randall: Wait, how am I dead? Wait. Spectators: She shot you! (Christy begins firing and approaching Randall) Randall: Wait. Randall: WAIT! Randall: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!! (Turns and flees screaming like a little girl)
Monthly Archives: April 1999
Stroke School
Alex: I know how to stroke. Christy: Your mama taught you that. Alex: You taught me that! You sat me down and taught me how to stroke an image.
But I Ain’t Free
Naseem: I don’t cost any money.
Smooth to the Touch
Mike: Josh is a hit with all the blind women.
Spatially Retarded
Christy (walking to her chair while talking): I’m brilliant! {THUD}-Christy slips, missing her chair by a half mile.
Mayo?
Sean (to Wes): Can you have one meal where you don’t have mayonnaise on your face?
Ass Button?
Josh: Sean, do you personify yourself through Mr. Happy? Sean: No…. Jennifer: Does that mean Sean has an ass button? (A few minutes later.) Sean:I don’t have an ass button. Mr. Happy doesn’t have an ass button. (Pauses for thoughtful ponderance.)