| May 25's Riff: Teen-Age Crime Wave [message #161725] |
Sun, 25 May 2008 01:34 |
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MIKE: Where to, Ladies? Heh, heh, I'm kidding, you're going to prison.
TOM: Slim Whitman, chauffer. Ya-da-daaAAaaa, dah-dah.
MIKE: But I really blossomed in Senior Year. I quit wrestling and --
> ``Won't be long now till we get to Rosedale.
CROW: Then you just check off whether you want lethal injection,
the chair ...
> Not a bad place,
> after you get used to it. You're lucky we're not driving on down that
> road to the women's prison. It's no country club, believe me.
TOM: I know. Let's play the *Quiet* Game.
> I'll
> never understand how you kids get yourselves fouled up with the law.
> Where are your folks, anyway? I think we lock up the wrong people.
CROW: Thank you, Officer Platitude.
MIKE: Who do you like in the game tonight?
TOM: He's got a real Dick Gautier quality to him, don't you think?
MIKE: Because you never get a second chance to make a first impression!
CROW: [ As Ricky Ricardo ] Lucy, I'm coming!
TOM: Hey, this is a No Caper Zone!
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Joseph Nebus
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TOM: Nice hinder, Son.
CROW: Thanks, Dad!
TOM: I mean the girl!
CROW: Oh.
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