Author's Notes: Schools out for the summer, and I am in an unusually good mood. I decided to write something that wouldn't cause half my readers to break down in tears. Here it goes, my first dialog only story.

Why You Never Take Your Boss To The Movies

"I still don't see why you made me come with you."

"A teenage girl, alone at the movies in LA. Do you really wanna ID me at the morgue tomorrow?"

"No, not really. What do you want to see."

"How about Me, Myself, and Irene?"

"A guy and his alternate personality in love with the same woman. Isn't that a little close to home, Cordy?"

"Okay. Um, how about Shaft?"

"Private detective taking on a sleazy city? I thought people watched movies to escape from real life."

"Boys and Girls?"

"A guy and his best friend decide they might be right for each other. Didn't you already do that?"

"Got a cool scar, too. Gladiator?"

"Man fighting in an arena for his life at the whim of a crowd. By the way, I got a letter from Trepkos yesterday."

"Whoops, sorry. What about Titan AE"

"If you wanna see a movie about the Apocalypse, we could always watch your graduation video."

"Fine! Why don't you just pick a movie?"

"How about Dinosaur?"

"Sounds good. You buy the popcorn and I'll go get the tickets."

"Doesn't the popcorn cost more than the tickets?"

"Can it, or I put Holy Water in your your hair gel, Angel."

Author's Notes: Giggle, See, and no angst. Email me at cobalite@yahoo.com.