Mr. Smooch'ems: Art, so nice of you to bring a young lady home and then completely ignore her while you paint. Oh, if I could let these kids know I was a magical, talking horse, I would
so teach him some manners!
Angler: Well hello there. My name is Angler.
Alora: I'm Alora Platt.
Angler: What sort of name is Alora?
Alora: What sort of name is Angler?
Angler: I...umm...fair enough. You're just as pretty as Beatrice Crumplebottom.
Alora: Don't you mean Bianca?
Angler: No, I really don't.
Mr. Smooch'ems: Agri, what are you doing?
Agri: Gardening, obviously!
Mr. Smooch'ems: Gardening?
Agri: Okay, maybe I finished gardening already, but I don't want the creepy painter doing more murals of me!
Alora: I've actually never danced before.
Angler: Oh you're doing just...
OWW! Fine, you're doing just fine.
Jamal: Do you know any songs about fish? Preferably already cooked ones?
Hey, raccoon!! Why are you biting me? Then again, I eat a lot of ice cream. I must be
delicious!
Oh, hi wife. Why are you shattering glass at my feet?
Becky: It's an invigorating elixir. And I like throwing glass bottles at people.
Repo Man: Hi, I'm here to take some of your stuff since no one remembered to pay the utility bill.
Art: Okay, just as long as it's not my easel.
Repo Man: This stereo should do it.
Art: Okay, just as long as it's not my easel.
Becky: Hi, random guy. I seem to have dropped a glass bottle at your feet.
It seems to create a flock of bees. No, not flock. Herd? Pack, maybe? School. Yes. A school of bees!
Mr. Smooch'ems: And now he's dressed as a rock star and making out instead of fishing. Perfect.
Becky: I think I'll just do some fire engine maintenance before I go give birth to the baby.
Kirstin: Maybe you could perform with a flaming baton...and set yourself on fire, perhaps?
Mr. Smooch'ems: Jamal, maybe you should come home seeing as your spouse is about to deliver you offspring?
Becky: I'm trying to think of a word...it sounds like "now," or maybe, "cow..." oh, that's right, OW!!!
Kirstin: Becky, if you're not busy, can you fix the computer?
Becky: Don't I look busy? I'll be there in about two minutes.
Kirstin: Okay, thanks.
Becky: Wow, magic, sparkling baby!!
What shall we name him, Jamal?
Jamal: No, Jamal's
my name. Mr. Smooch'ems says his name is Offspring.
Mr. Smooch'ems: No, that is not remotely what I meant!!
Well, too late now. Welcome to the insanity, Offspring Jawarholal. Oh, and creepy painter guy did a mural of me. I feel your pain, Agri...
