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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 17, 2005 18:03:19 GMT -5
[ ] Bill: Ralph, you cannot go by that handle. Pu$$y Willow is not a very superhero name, you fruitcake.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 17, 2005 18:04:59 GMT -5
Ralph (Off pic): Bill, will you please quit trying to give me the hypnotic eye with your sunglasses?
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 17, 2005 18:07:10 GMT -5
[ ] Director (off-screen): Bob, stop looking cross-eyed. Bill: I can't get this fly off my gun. What is this damn thing made of: honey?
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 17, 2005 18:09:49 GMT -5
[ ] Bill: Ralph, why don't we take five? (To self): I wonder if he saw that I pissed my pants. Damn those "leak-proof" DEPENDS anyhow. Lot of livin' to do my foot.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 17, 2005 18:14:13 GMT -5
Ralph: Bill, I'm sorry, OK. The doctor said you didn't have a concussion. Bill: I shouldn't have listened to you when you said that you needed to stand on my shoulders to reach the top of the tree to rescue the kitty. It'd been much easier if you flew. Ralph: Well, I'd probably have ended up being stuck in the tree like the kitten.
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 17, 2005 18:14:19 GMT -5
[ ] Bill (to self): How humiliating...having to give myself a sobriety test. Let's see...put the finger out in front and bring it to me until I see double...
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 17, 2005 18:15:36 GMT -5
[ ] Bill: I said NO TOMATOES...I don't care if they are organic.
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 17, 2005 18:22:47 GMT -5
[ ] Bill: After a long day running around chasing bad guys, there is nothing I like to do more than sit on my butt and shoot at them.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 17, 2005 20:52:24 GMT -5
Bill: I don't believe it, Ralph. Those players have nothing on you. Ralph: Well, you haven't seen anything yet. Across the desert in Palmdale, around the city hall rotunda, off the roof of my house, between the Whitney High freshman lockers, off the gym ceiling lights, nothing but net.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 18, 2005 1:26:44 GMT -5
Ralph: All right Bill, I'll make the kids stop singing, now quit holding your breath or you'll faint. (Few seconds later) Come on Bill, quit acting like a three year old. Bill (exhaling): See, I told you the music was annoying enough to take your breath away. And, I wasn't going to let Villacana win his bet on how long I was going to hold my breath. Beat his guess by 30 seconds.
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Post by billswoman on Oct 18, 2005 9:21:14 GMT -5
Bill, singing for everyone on the dam, "It's up against the wall, redneck mothers! Mothers who have raised their sons so well. He's 41 and drinking in a honky-tonk, kicking hippies' a.. and raising hell!" "Whaddya mean, you didn't like my song? That's an AMERICAN CLASSIC! Die, commie pigs, DIE!"
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 18, 2005 12:40:34 GMT -5
[ ] Ralph (off-pic): Here put this washcloth on your head...it will help your fever. Bill: Ralph, this smells like one of my old socks. Ralph: It is.
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 18, 2005 12:43:00 GMT -5
[ ] Bill: See, Ralph, piece of cake. Ralph: Bill, you are supposed to be covering your eyes. Bill: I can't afford to trash another car just because you think it would be fun to imitate Ray Charles driving.
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 18, 2005 12:47:55 GMT -5
[ ] Ralph (off-pic): Bill, what happened? You look awful. Bill: It was horrible. It was Freak Night at Mickey's Tavern. Ralph (off-pic): Why is that bad? Bill: I haven't seen so many bearded women since my mom hosted a tupperware party.
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 18, 2005 12:48:39 GMT -5
[ ] Bill (to self): I wonder if I tilt my head to the right if it will look like my tie is straight and my sunglasses are not askew?
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Post by HoudiniDerek on Oct 18, 2005 12:51:12 GMT -5
[ ] Bill (to self): Wonder where my derringer went...easy to lose the little guy down there though.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 18, 2005 15:29:59 GMT -5
Bill (Singing): "Saddle your ponies here we go, down to the talent rodeo. ..." Ralph: Bill stop singing, you're off key. You're not a Mousketeer, and this isn't the talent rodeo. It's Whitney High.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 18, 2005 21:40:12 GMT -5
Man (off pic): Well, I need to be heading back to my ship. Ralph (in blue): Too bad, you've been really nice. Bill: Ship, what kind of ship? Your not near the ocean. Nice Ralph, he said I was an unintelligent lifeform, now listen you. ... Man: Beam me up. Bill: No fair, you should take your sarcasm like a man instead of disappearing to whatever ship you sail on. Ralph: I bet wherever his ship is, it rides beneath the rim of the starlight.
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Post by MelMac on Oct 19, 2005 1:52:45 GMT -5
Man (off pic): Now just relax, this won't hurt a bit. Bill: Not hurt? So far I've been shocked four times from this machine, all because you want to record my movements for some "computer generated character" of me. With the way computers think, it'll look like something the cat drug in. My fingers are still numb. Man: That's because the finger movement rings are still on your hands. Bill: Oh, right.
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Post by MyTatuo on Oct 19, 2005 10:36:11 GMT -5
All right, you creeps <flip> I8J '773MXVW! Wait a minute... <flip wrist> MAXWELL, FBI! Help me out here, Ralph, pay attention.
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