frankly my dear..
Mánudagur, 08. nóvember 2004
Ţessi dagur er búin ađ vera ömurlegur fyrir utan klukkutímann sem ég tók í mat.
Ţví minna sem ég segi um ţennan morgun, ţví betra og ekki tók skárra viđ eftir hádegi. Ég er svo ţreytt og pirruđ og reiđ og leiđ og..
Ég ćtla snemma ađ sofa í kvöld. NEI! Ég ćtla ekkert snemma ađ sofa í kvöld. Í kvöld ćtla ég ađ horfa á Bottom.
Ég ţarf ţessháttar pick-me-up.
Richie: I really think this is the one, Eddie. Even on the telephone there was an immediate sexual tension.
Eddie: What, you mean you felt horny and she felt tense?
Richie: Yeah -- no! Oh shuuuuut uuuup Eddie! You're just jealous because you're only a servant. Were you never in love?
Eddie: Yes I was actually.
Richie: Ha -- ooh. Oh-ho-ho, what was her name?
Eddie: [lovingly] Harry.
Richie: Harry?
Eddie: [dreamily] Harry Belafonti.
Richie: Wait a minute, you were in love with Harry Belafonti?
Eddie: Well that's what she said her name was. Well, she sort of shouted it over her shoulder as she ran away into the night.
Richie: [sighs] Oh look, let's just forget it shall we?
Eddie: That's what she said!
Richie: Look, let's just drop it.
Eddie: She said that as well!
Richie: Edward Hitler, I'm really not interested!
Eddie: This is uncanny! Were you there?