Jackie Chan doesn't belong to me. I wish he did, but he doesn't. Neither does the JC movie 'Rumble in the Bronx', but I can live with that.
B = Beth
D = Danielle
T = Tanya
D: I hereby call this meeting to order.
B: Do you have to say that?
D: Yes, yes I do. First cab off the rank are the minutes from the last meeting.
T: It was yesterday.
T: I'm sure none of our memories are so shocking that we've forgotten what happened.
B: Says you.
D: Okay then, so we're going to skip the reading of the minutes.
T: You have to do a vote.
T: Because that's the way things are done in committees.
D: *sigh* All in favour of skipping the minutes?
D: Any against?
T (in nasal voice): Nay.
T&D: 'The Simpsons.'
B: Oh. Okay.
D: Right, skipping the minutes. Anything to announce?
D: Gee, who looks smug? Okay, give Beth the minutes book while you announce to your little heart's content.
B: Speak slowly.
T: O... Kay.
B: Not that slow.
T: Whatver. Anyway, just so it gets in the official record, last night I saw the meatball sandwich in the lunchbox during 'Rumble.'
D: You saw what?
T: You know... The package. His package.
B: D, if she has to do nudge, nudge, grin, grin, wink, wink I'm going to have to hurt you.
D: Wha-? Oh... Oh. Oh dear. Well, um, yeah, uh... Let it be noted that Tanya, having no life whatsoever-
T: Hey! I'm doing better than you!
D: Okay, fine, having not much of a life, but still doing better than yours truly, has spotted Jackie's *ahem* package.
B: Lemme gues, you rewound it to have another look.
T: 'Course. Four times.
D: That is so sad... But it begs the question of why you were looking in that direction in the first place.
T: He's lying there covered in a towel - where'm I supposed to look?
B: His face is a start.
T: Hey, you came and had a look when I called you. Don't pretend you didn't want to see.
D: Grief, I'm surrounded by sex-crazed maniacs.
B: And you're not?
D: No. I'm sweet and innocent. I don't look at that sort of shit.
T: *choke* Sweet and innocent, huh?
D: It's my story and I'm sticking to it!
B: Whatever makes you happy.
D: Oh ppffffttt!
T: Real mature Langdon.
D: Get stuffed Foyle... and don't you dare think of anything disgusting!
T: I was- Oh that's gross!
B: Danielle Ruth!!
D: You thought of it too!
B: Not until you said anything!
T: You pair have minds like sewers.
D: A third-world open sewer, thank you!
B: And you don't have a grubby mind?
T: Yeah, but at least I can drag it out of the gutter occasionally.
D: Poor thing, that must hurt your poor 'iddle head.
T: Shut up!
D: You first!
B: Kids! Can we go for ten minutes without being childish?
B: Fine then. Now that we've admitted it, we can work on it.
D: Shit, its Pat!
T: Put away the shrine!
B: Quick, under the bed!
D: You know, we could always leave it out and really freak her out.
B: True, but I'd probably get kicked out of college.
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