“Let’s pretend it’s Summer 2006 where I talk about my problems and you listen and give me advice even though this was given no set up and is thematically inappropriate. We can even mimic the camera angles.”
“Although it’s totally weird, I should definitely try talking to Will, that little accessory to my shooting. I want my PlayStation 3 back.”
“Technically, signing over my assets to my father in order to hide them from seizure would be fraud, but let’s give the show some credit for at least trying to come up with an excuse, eh?”
“Lucas, that $50 calligraphy set I gave you for your birthday was just a waste of money, wasn’t it?”
“I’m the head of an international crime syndicate, and in order to demonstrate my power, I try to repossess your furniture. And don’t try to tell me that you questioning how silly that was makes up for it somehow. I tell you, Elvis, the abject idiocy of this part of the plot could drive a man to drink.”
“You and me both, Father.”
“Typical. Nothing is ever Lucas’ fault, and I’m the one who always has to pay for his stupidity.”
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment