M: Look at this chick, RUNNING in those shoes!
A: Poor thing doesn't realized she tucked that toilet seat protector right into her pants. How embarrassing!
M: Maybe that's why she is running? But seriously, I would SO fall down. This is like Fashion PhD work.
A: Um, she's a trained model, Marianne. You think that shit is easy? I am sure she at least has a Masters in Fashion Jumping.
M: Dude to the left of her is just as fascinated as me, FYI.
A: He doesn't seem fascinated so much as completely disgusted.
M: He is probably distracted by her sturdy legs. The
SHobbit would say that's no model.
A: She does have visible muscle. Uh oh.
M: She might even be a size 4. Clearly plus size.
A: And look at her trying to outrun that car! She's clearly been ousted as a fraud.
M: Poor thing must be so scared.
A: I kind of love that jacket, though.
M: You so want to be Rizzo in
Grease, don't you.
A: Want to be?
M: Are?
A: Thank you. Because Rizzo is the BEST CHARACTER IN THAT MOVIE.
M: No argument from me on that, though I have a soft spot for Frenchie:
A: Oh, she's the cutest. Why do I love
Grease? It's so terrible.
M: I don't KNOW. It is really awful. But it could be worse. We could love
Grease 2.
A: Um,
Grease 2 has Maxwell Caulfield in it who was a BABE. So much cuter than John Travolta, who really wasn't ever cute at all.
Oh yeah, and Michelle Pfeiffer who's trying to get it stricken from the record.
M: I am certainly NOT singing Cool Rider to myself right now. No ma'am.
A: HA. I knew it. I think we all secretly love
Grease 2.
M: Pretty much. I love that danged season song, too. Though Maxwell Caulfield will always, always be Rex Manning to me.
A: Eh, I suppose.
M: No to
Empire Records? Really? I was OBSESSED.
A: I think I missed it somehow. I've seen it, but I don't think I saw it when I was supposed to. I'm pretty sure
Singles was my
Empire Records.
M: Ah. I liked
Singles fine, but I can seriously sing every song from the Empire Records soundtrack. It's a little sad. Also, I thought he was so cute:
Oh, '90's.
A: Hee. He's like the poor man's River Phoenix.
M: Oh, totally. All appropriately disheveled hair and artfully baggy sweaters.
A: Goddamn River Phoenix. I'm sad.
M: Sigh.