I'm home sick and my brain is on hold, so this makes NO SENSE. But i needed something to do...
Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson: Joanne, we have money and you can't get any. Wear a bra. Bye.
The loft…
Colins: Yo, dudes, what's up? (pelts Mark and Roger with cereal and firewood and Silly String)
Mark: Hi, Collins. Ow! Please stop with the throwing and the singing and the oh hey, is that vodka?
Roger: Yo.
Collins: Roger, you make me feel sad. Here, let me pour Stoli down your throat.
Roger: Hell yes. So…meet any hot Massachusetts guys?
Collins: Sadly, no. Funny you should mention hot guys…Angel, come on DOOOOOWN!
Angel: (dance, dance, dance) I killed a dog for money. Love me forever and yes, you all wish you could have my legs. Join the club.
Collins: I told you she was hot! See? See?
Mark and Roger: (exchange disturbed looks)
Benny: Yo, yo, yo, wassup, my homie Gs? Hook a brother up with some rent, why dontcha?
Mark: (slaps Benny)
Benny: Thanks, I needed that. Anyway, rent please.
Roger: Fuck off.
Benny: Like I didn't see that coming. Anyway, a cyber studio would be good for you! Big pretty computers, shiny walls, condos…tell me when I've said the right thing.
Mark: I agree with Roger. Fuck off.
Benny: (shrug) Your loss. But just remember this: I'll get you, my pretties, and your little dog too! Speaking of dogs…anyone seen mine?
Angel: Soooo anyone up for Life Support?
Mark: Gotta go ogle Maureen right now, but later's good.
Roger: Howsabout NO.
Collins and Mark: Aw, is ickle Rogerkins being cwanky?
Roger: (kicks them)
Angel: Now boys, Roger has issues that we need to respect. Like not having a girlfriend and being sexually repressed. Speaking of sexual…coming, Collins?
Collins: (bounces up and down) To use a quote that author really likes and uses 24/7, especially in this fic…HELL yes.
Mark and Roger: (exchange very disturbed looks, then glare at author)
Me: Damn, it's fun to mess with them. Now, where's my Wilson snuggle-doll?
The lot…
Joanne: Fuck, fuck, and oh yeah, FUCK!
Mark: (hesitates) This might not be a good time…
Me: (nudge nudge) Go on, Marky. The least she can do is…go on, Marky.
Mark: Um…hi…I'm Mark…
Joanne: Mark? The Accursed One?
Mark: Yeah, I'm leaving now…
Joanne: Don't you dare. Maureen needs this done and darn if she didn't use the nipple trick again. I'm helpless; work, geeky-boy!
Me: (pokes Joanne) His geeky-boyness is what's so cute about him!
Joanne: And YOU can just go stick your head in a—
Mark: The nipple trick, huh? That's a bad one. Got me every time.
Joanne: REALLY? Did she use the ass thing with you too?
Mark: OMG! We, like, totally need to go get some ice cream and talk, we have SO much in common!
Me: Dear lord…
Life Support…
Paul: Now, we'll all stand up and say our names and our favorite foods, okay? This is a getting-to-know-you game!
Steve: Steve…gummi worms.
Gordon: Gordon…calzone.
Ali: Ali…those cute little chewable peckers.
Pam: Pam…and that's just wrong.
Sue: Sue…where might one buy these chewable peckers you speak of?
Angel: Hi, I'm Angel…I killed a dog.
Collins: Tom…Collins…mmm…dog…
Paul: Now then, does anyone remember our mantra?
Steve: Be kind, rewind?
Paul: Um…noooo…
Mark: Hi!
Paul: Wow, this is popular. And you are?
Mark: Here for the girls, man! Sue, I can tell you exactly where—
Gordon: My needs, remember? Anyway, I'm, like, sad, and like, you know…shit.
Paul: Have you tried Prozac?
Gordon: Hmmm…
like i said, NO sense.