schnibbel I simply again a few comic scenes in here ...
Es schien zwar beim letzten Versuch nicht so wirklich auf großes Interesse zu stoßen, aber diesmal sind es nur Scriptszenen for my comics and I hope the format is better this time. I am also the already familiar scenes again purely because they would now be easier to read and so you get about a picture of the sequence of episodes. Who comes to writing or expression errors may I please draw your attention, because something would be very embarrassing later in the right comic. ;)
similarities to living persons are largely unintended and opinions of the characters do not necessarily represent my own opinion (blah, slobber, narrative). Okay, so here again the whole thing in the right order (Sam, you know some scenes of them possibly still in a somewhat different form):
Ms Simmons: Well kids, I'm sure we'll do fine together.
Sammy: I bet she'll do ME fine.
Sammy: The school's psychologist is a striptease dancer?! -Well, I knew I've seen her somewhere before...
Sammy (die Ausschnitt tragende Psychologin betrachtend): My thoughts keep rotating in eternal vacuum.
Caroline: Would you say grace, dear?
Sammy: Why always me? What am I, your slave or something??
Caroline: Samuel!!
Sammy: Alright, alright, what about "thanks"?
Spix (am Telefon): Hello, Redcop toy factory? Yeah, I want to complain about
my Linda Blair doll? Nah, it's talkin' alright, nothing broken ... no .. no, the hair's fine ...
yeah, well, it's just ... there's no demon in it! ...- Hello? ...- Hellooo?
(CG Traiger and enter the room, Sammy is in a full body suit against them.)
CG: What's that supposed to be?
Sammy: It's freaking NASA wear, stupid!
Caroline (from the kitchen): I did not hear that!
Sammy: I hoped Sun
Amy: Why is everybody ignoring me? That's so rude!
Sammy: Yeah sure. Later, eh!
Traiger: Why do you spell "Christmas" with an X?
Sammy (sarcastically): For Jesus to "sign here"!
(After Dixon, the clone, tried unsuccessfully hat, sich selbst zu zerstören)
Spix: Well, I guess you're not THAT bad. After all, it's not your fault you're so damn cute.
Amy: Yeah, I'm sorry, too... it probably isn't your fault that mom's neglecting me, either.
Dixon (die Sonne aus dem Arsch scheinend): So we can be friends now?
Amy: Er... wait a minute, this should be the part where we say a lot of emotional
stuff and start sobbing and then you accept our apologies and we tell the story's message!
Dixon (freudestrahlend): Oh!
Spix: I could do without the sobbing, actually.
Sammy: Yeah, and nobody gives a rat ass about the message, Am!
Amy: But, come on, we should... I mean... we really... oh, alright.
Dixon (strahlenderweise): Yay! I LOVE happy endings!!
Sammy: We follow the plan, guys! Why do you think I'm the leader around here?
Traige: Now that you come to speak of it...
Melany: Then we have Jefferson Preskyt, five years, lettered U, N and A.
Since you'll probably need expensive medical care, we decided to put you with Sam.
Sam: Jefferson and Grant, eh? What is it with the presidents? Everybody seems to want one!
Amy: I do think there are worse things than that!
Sam: Yeah, you're right... chances are he could have been a Garfield!
Sharon: Gosh Makatni, can't you take care of your kid's actions?
Traige: Hey... I've got two of them, I can't be everywhere!!
CG: What did he do?
Sharon: He sneaked up into our dressing room and took a picture of--well, that's not important!!!
Sam: What, did he get you smooching with Tiffany?
Sharon: Never you mind!
CG: O-ho!
Sam (zu Isab): Gee, I'll pay you ten dollars for this picture!
Amy: Sam!!!
Sam: Fifteen if they're naked!!
Amy: Oh look at all the stars! Isn't it romantical?
Sam: Let's see... some big yellow fartballs in the sky. Yupp, that's quite lovely.
Sam: Come on, we can't have a baby, I already have a kid!
Amy (sarkastisch): Oh, well, I'll just tramp down to Japan and sell it on the streets, shall I?
(Amy bekommt ihr Baby)
Dr. Greenwich: It's a girl!
Amy: Aaw!
Dr. Greenwich: Would you like to hold her for a minute, dad?
Sam: You do know where it just came from, don't you?
Amy: Loving and caring ever so much, aren't you?
Sam: Hey, come on, all the doctors are wearing gloves!
(Jefferson besucht Amy im Krankenhaus.)
Jefferson (hält das Baby hoch): That's a human being? Eew!!
Sam: Good point.
Amy: Oh cut it out, both of you!
Jefferson (immer noch das Baby haltend): It's leaking!
Jefferson: Why did you argue about her name if you keep calling her "the baby"?
Sam: Because she'll be a kid before you'll be a guy, so I'll need something to refer to her.
Jefferson: You could just call her "the girl", you know.
Sam: I know, but I couldn't let Amy get her will, it was just too great a temptation.
Amy: Saaam!
Sam: 'problem, Am?
Amy: (zeigt auf Jefferson, flüstert) He broke Mr. Jacob's window,
so he's not supposed to have pocket money, and I had a very bad day,
so would you please take care of it?
Sam: Jefferson, come over here, and take some diapers with you!
Jefferson (kommt): What for?
Sam: Because she wants you punished and you'll cry like a baby girl and probably pee your pants.
Amy: Sam!!
Jefferson: Am not!
Sam: Yeah-huh!
Jefferson: Oh yeah? Watch me!
Sam: Okay, it's just you won't get any pocket money this week, anyway.
Amy: Or next week.
Sam: Whatever!
Jefferson (nach kurzer Pause): Told ya! (geht.)
Sam: See? That's education!
Antony: My dad's working at Tactic Electrics alert systems, he's earning a lot of money.
My mom's a seller at Jaden Kramer's wholefood store.
Sam (zu Jefferson): Do you have to play with such kids?
Jefferson: We wanna see "Jackass: The Movie".
Amy: Ooh nonononono, I don't think you should, Jefferson!
Jefferson: But-- Sam?
Sam: I agree... I mean, when I was your age, I used to put my interest into pornos and stuff.
Antony: Of course I like cookies. I just don't like those chocolate chunks inside them.
Sam: Kid, that's like only liking chicks with no titties!
Antony: Don't you know what they say about boyscouts?
Jefferson: What?
Antony: They're gay, mate! I mean, look at them, sittin' aroun' the fire, eating cookies and
telling ghost stories... it's kind of obvious, isn't it?
Jefferson: You're completely bananas, Ant.
Antony: Bananas my ass!
(...)
Antony: Don't - even - say - a - word!
Antony: ...and all the other guys are getting bags of badges, which really...
Simon: ...-sucks?
Antony: Wha- I- Simon!!! Goddammit, can't you say knock knock or something when you enter the tent?
(wischt Tinte von seinem Heft.) This is--just--great!
Simon: Sorry, I was just checking in to make sure you're okay. You weren't in line.
Antony: Yeah, well I kinda feel like NOT making a fool out of myself today, for a change!
Simon: Aw come now, you're not that bad. I bet you'll get a badge for arts.
I haven't seen anyone fail under my lead.
Antony: Get lost!
Simon: Fine! I'll just swing my sexy little bum out then.
Antony: --Wha-hey!!! (kleckert schon wieder mit Tinte.) Gosh, I'm gonna kill Jefferson!
He never EVER can keep his noisehole shut!!
Simon: Whyhy, I don't see a problem there. Us boyscouts can keep a secret, you know.
Nobody's hearing a thing from ME.
Antony: ...Thanks.
Simon: Oh, and by the way, Antony: I don't think you're gay. You're probably just confused.
After all, I do look rather female.
Antony: How can you be so sure?
Simon: I can. I can tell. Don't ask.
Antony: Oh...
Simon: 'sokay. Just don't try and rape me while I'm asleep! Hee hee!
Antony: VERY funny!
Lilian: Robert! Our son's gone crazy!
Antony: Why, thanks for noticing. I've been at it for years!
Lilian (klopft an die Tür): Antony! Why is this door locked? Are you having sex in there?!
Phoebe: Yees! You wanna come in and watch?
Lilian: Wha- n, no... no, you just go on... (geht)
Antony: Are you crazy? She's gonna eat me alive!
Phoebe (kichernd): It worked though, didn't it?
Antony (OFF): Ah- Oh, oh my god, oh my god...
Jefferson: Ease it, you two! I don't even wanna now what the heck you're doing inside there!
Antony (OFF): OOOOOOW!!!
Jefferson (zu Fresh): Okay, now this is getting sick.
(facing in: Phoebe wound Antony a splinter from the finger.)
Phoebe: Cry-baby!
Phoebe: It's not too late, guys! There is still a chance we can save this little fellow!
Jefferson: Quick, we're losing him!
Phoebe: Alright ... pepper! (...) Salt! (...) Tissues!
Jefferson: It's no good!
Antony: We need the defibrillator!
Phoebe: Step aside!
(change of perspective: Phoebe flips tried tons of garlic in a pot with the sauce gravy
Antony..)
Antony: Okay, we have a pulse!
Phoebe: Thank god, we did it!
Antony: You know, next time feels like Fresh doing anything in the kitchen, let's just make sure she's washing the dishes!
Jefferson: Yeah.
Phoebe: Yeah.
Jefferson: You all know Petey Voscort, right? Short guy, brownish hair, about ten times faster than a normal human being should be?
...What, you DON'T know Petey?
...-You DON'T know Petey!!
-Oh come on now, I mean, who do you know in this town if you don't even know Petey Voscort?
(verdreht die Augen)...-Alright, fine, you DO know Antony Copens, great! I take it you do know who I am, right? Good!
Let's just skip the interesting stories and switch to the average people.
Of course this means it'll be a lot more boring and all, but fine, whatever!
Here's a story about Antony and me ...
(Jefferson sits alone in an open room and watch television.)
TV: ... but I must warn you, Mr. Fleaks: Do not ever open those curtains!
TV: Why, is this where you hide the corpses? * Snicker *
TV: Doctor Marten Oh I'm sorry, my husband has a bad taste of humor!
Sudden music in the background: Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight ...
(Jefferson looks in the right direction and shouts)
Jefferson: Hey, turn that noise down, I'm trying to watch TV over here!
(Phoebe looks chuckle out of a door)
Phoebe: Sorry Jefferson, about ten minutes! (Disappears)
Jefferson (the reader): You know you entered the world of Ruby Jones
when available is the best movie "Honeymoon Horror
and your friends start making love to" Sailor Moon "!
Brighton (next to the water ride fro): Got a lift?
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