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Davy:
"Hey, guys... You know how I said you can never have too many
inflatable globes in your life? Well, I was wrong."
Micky:
"Yeah Michael, yeah Michael... That's how I like it."
Michael:
"Thanks Micky... Do you think we should be doing this on stage?"
Micky:
"Hmmmmmmm, perhaps not. But keep doing it!"
I think that's one of the most profane ones I've written... But GOD, it LOOKS like this.
Davy:
"Hi, I'm Ms. Flynn. I'm going to be your health instructor.
Every adolescent goes through something beautiful and magical called..."
Micky:
"Whoa, am I stoned, Paul... Whoa.
And you feel so... fluffy...
Why do you feel so... fluffy...?"
Davy:
"Now I want neither of us
to ever, ever, ever, ever, ever speak of this incident again."
"Needless to say,
you could cut the sexual tension in the recording studios with a knife."
"Fortunately, after the scandalous brain transplant mistake
was undone, both Paul and Micky could maintain normal lives
again, and even were able to remain friends after the incident."
Micky:
"Clowns never laughed before,
rainbows never grew... Ponies never rode before, until there was you."
Micky:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T HEAR ME??
WHAT??"
Blonde Guy:
"THE CONE OF SILENCE IS NOT HELPING US!!"
Micky:
"WHAT??!"
Davy Thought Bubble:
They are so stupid.
"While Micky and Davy stared ahead intently,
Michael planned his getaway and slowly, casually inched himself away..."
Micky:
"DAMN does Michael look hot in that shirt."
Davy:
"I wish Micky looked at me that way... Maybe it's
my haircut, and these overalls. Maybe it's the fact I look like jailbait..."
Michael:
"Well, no doubt about it. My music career after this is shot
straight to hell. I'll get even somehow... Maybe if I later produce an album called... Rays.
That will teach them."
Peter:
"Hmph. I don't know why everyone's so upset. I feel great.
The pills those pretty gnomes gave me are amazing! And to think
the Wildlife Federation told me my beard was hosting endangered species.
I am so in tune with my environment!"
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