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

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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.

D: So?

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.

D: Why?

T: Because that's the way things are done in committees.

D: *sigh* All in favour of skipping the minutes?

T&B: Aye!

D: Any against?

T (in nasal voice): Nay.

B: Huh?

T&D: 'The Simpsons.'

B: Oh. Okay.

D: Right, skipping the minutes. Anything to announce?

T: Yep.

D: Gee, who looks smug? Okay, give Beth the minutes book while you announce to your little heart's content.

T: Here.

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.

B: Weeelllll...

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!

T: Whatever.

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!

T: You!

D: You!

B: Kids! Can we go for ten minutes without being childish?

T&D: No.

B: Fine then. Now that we've admitted it, we can work on it.

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

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.

T: So?

B: Hey!