We're all thespians over here so we are constantly speaking in script to each other.
And, when we find a line, we latch on. It can hang around for a day or a week, even a whole month.
Like when Ripley says: You didn't tell me there was an android on board, WHY NOT?
You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
Or
When Joan says: I don't ask much from you GRRRRRRRRRRL!
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So what we've been saying around the office lately is this:
What I am Michael is a 32 year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it's nobody's goddamn business but my own. (3 beats) And how are you this evening?
What I am Michael is a 32 year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it's nobody's goddamn business but my own. (3 beats) And how are you this evening?
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