I still have about ten unposted chapters of screenshots. The daily-or-more updates will continue.
Chapter 59: It's Showtime
Random Bloke: Boo! You're rubbish!
Singer: Oh, you break my heart.
Showbusiness: It's tough.

Hazel: I don't understand what this stick is meant to do. It looks kinda dangerous.

Jamie: Three, two, one...

Jamie: Oh, I hit the black one.

Hazel: *cat-like noises* And Iiiiiii will always love you-ooo-ooo-oooo...
Maybe try something more upbeat?
Hazel: Okay.


Hazel: Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Hazel: I'm going to be a superstar, aren't I?
Don't go throwing in the day job just yet.
Hazel: Shut it, fool. Jamie! Back me up!

Jamie: Die, monster, die!
Hazel: Oh, fine! *flounces* You just play your arcade table while some voice in the sky bullies your wife! You cruel, cruel man!
Maybe you could make it in showbusiness afterall. You're dramatic enough.
Hazel: Thanks, I guess.

Random bloke: Boo! Boo! You're rubbish!
Hazel: Let's see you try then!
I think maybe we should get out of here before you two cause any fights.

Ben: So, you're cute, do you want to be my girlfriend?
Eugenia: Okay, why not.

*sloppy kissing noises*
This place needs some serious redecorating when we move in.
Ben: Shh, trying to kiss here.
Sorry. What else am I meant to do while you're snogging away though, just twiddle my thumbs? Count sheep?
Ben: You could go elsewhere. You might be able to be omnipresent, but that doesn't mean you have to be.

Let's go watch Micheal. He's enjoying what every kid in this house gets to do, because there's no real skills for them to learn.
Michael: I'm mopping a floor. That's slavery, that is.
Hey! You're doing it autonomously.
Micheal: I'm a kid. I don't know what that word means. All I know is that everyone else is having fun, and I'm stuck at home like Cinderella. I want to go to a ball. Or boarding school.
What about playing in your dinosaur costume?

Michael: Roar! Roar!
I see I didn't need to ask twice.


Aww. Young love.

Cedric has a birthday.
Cedric: Oh, I'm old. I don't want to be old. Why can't I be in an Immortal Dynasty instead?
Jamie: My hot dogs! I hope they're okay in there.
Cedric: I don't care if your food is in the microwave, I'm having a crisis!
At least you're on track to die in time for Ben to move.
Cedric: Glad to be of service.

Cornelius Nelson: Having a crisis? You? I'm hovering around dead in the middle of the road, and I've been here for two days! I challenge you to match that for a crisis! Don't mind me, I'll just be dead here for a while longer shall I?!
I was going to reset you, but maybe now I won't bother.
Cornelius: No! Don't leave! I take it all back, I'm sorry!
He really was hanging there for several sim days. No gravestone, just him.

Jamie and Hazel are very much in love still.
Hazel: Private time.
What is it with these sims and private time?

And two more birthdays to round off the mega-long update.
Hazel: Oh!

Jamie: Ahh!

Jamie is having a mid-life crisis. Oh dear.
Hazel: At least he got a haircut, finally.
I'm not sure that's going to help, dear.