![]() Emily: Yeah, that's what we think, right? Jack: Yeah. Jack: So how do we feel about that? Emily: Well, he didn't drive drunk, and he's home before curfew, so. So I'm just chillin' in Hawaii, drinking Mai Tais, writing memoirs and hoping Trump doesn't destroy my legacy. Simon: Who are you supposed to be? Bram: Oh, uh, I am post-presidency Barack Obama. Simon: Do you miss trick-or-treating? Leah: What, you mean instead of, like, going to loud parties, pretending to like the taste of beer and feeling too self-conscious to dance? ![]() You're the one who decided to dress up like fancy Jesus. Simon: Jesus? No, why would Jesus be wearing a white suit? Nick: I don't know, you tell me. Nick: Oh, I thought she was the girl from The Ring and you were Jesus. No offense, America.ĭialogue Nick: Who are you guys supposed to be? Simon: John Lennon and Yoko Ono.
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