Lunatic: The nerve of those heroes. Inviting me over there- and on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it.
Lunatic: Four o'clock, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger - tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me - I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with self loathing. I'm booked.
Lunatic: Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9:00 I could still be done in time to lie in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?
Faybelle finally receives an invitation - it’s to Coral’s birthday party.
Faybelle: the nerve of that girl. Inviting me to her stupid party. ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn’t allow it.
Fayebelle pulls out her day planner.
4: Wallow in self pity.
4:30 stare into the abyss
5: solve world hunger - tell NO ONE!
5:30 jazzercise
6:30 Dinner with me - I can’t cancel that again.
7: wrestle with my self loathing.
Fayebelle: I’m booked! Of course if I push self loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed and stare into the ceiling and slip slowly into madness…
Wei Wuxian: My schedule wouldn't allow it! 4:00 wallow in self pity; 4:30 stare into the abyss; 5:00 solve world hunger (tell no one); 5:30 jazzercise; 6:30 dinner with me, I can't cancel that again; 7:00 wrestle with my self loathing. I'm booked!
Iceman: Any calls?
Slider's Answering Machine: You have no messages
Slider: Odd. Better check the outgoing.
Slider's Answering Machine: If you utter so much as one syllable, I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If you'd like to fax me, press the star key.
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we're HORRIBLY MANGLED...there'll be no sad faces on Christmas.
How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) | dir. Ron Howard
Glumshanks: The nerve of the Skylanders, inviting me to a Christmas party. And such short notice, too! Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn’t allow it!!
Glumshanks: Let’s see, four o’clock, wallow in self-pity.
Glumshanks: Four-thirty, stare into the abyss.
Glumshanks: Five o’clock, help Kaos solve world hunger. Tell no one.
Glumshanks: Five-thirty, jazzercise.
Glumshanks: Six-thirty, dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again!
Glumshanks: Seven o’clock, wrestle with my self-loathing.
Glumshanks: …I’m booked! 'Course, if I move the loathing to nine, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness.
dark impulse mikey, *externally*: so, how do you want to die?
dark impulse mikey’s *internal dialogue*: even if i wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercise; 6:30, dinner with me —i can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. ... i’m booked. of course, if i bump the loathing to 9, i could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness…