Marlon: “I know you’re keeping secrets from me, now spill it!” Vivien: “Moi? Why, whatever could you be talking about?” Marlon: “Like why is this hand so much bigger than your other one?” Note: This is part of an on-going experiment at Bonnywood. Details found here.
Vivien, the Actress, playing a proper British Southerner: “Well, I declare. I am outraged at your suggestion.” Clark, the Actor, playing whatever role brought the best paycheck: “Frankly, my dear, you’re always outraged.” Victor, the Director (well, the director once they canned George Cukor): “Aw, geez, my ulcer […]
Vivien: “I see that you are sweating. Are you finally ready to admit that you want me more than anything in the world?” Marlon: “Nope, that’s not it. Some drunk guy on Bourbon Street threw his beer at me.” Vivien: “Oh, so that’s the game you’re playing. Making […]
Vivien, the Actress, playing a proper British Southerner: “Well, I declare. I am outraged at your suggestion.” Clark, the Actor, playing whatever role brought the best paycheck: “Frankly, my dear, you’re always outraged.” Victor, the Director (well, the director once they canned George Cukor): “Aw, geez, my ulcer […]
Vivien: “I see that you are sweating. Are you finally ready to admit that you want me more than anything in the world?” Marlon: “Nope, that’s not it. Some drunk guy on Bourbon Street threw his beer at me.” Vivien: “Oh, so that’s the game you’re playing. Making […]
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