Y’all can’t tell me the scene where Jane and Olivia were having a moment and it was cute and they were staring into each others eyes and RITCHIE LITERALLY OPENS THE DOOR AND IS IN-BETWEEN THEM in the shot is NOT some sort of symbolism of him coming in between what they have I DONT KNOW WHAT IS
hooo, i have been ignoring u my baby. i am sorry. I WAS SO BUSY... uh playing Baldur's Gate 3 uwhhah... *puts Wally in a pink sequin purse like a chihuahua*
Sometime in the future, Mr. Daniels gets brought up at a class of '56 reunion, and Nancy, maybe a little too drunk, goes on the following rant.
Leonard Daniels? Stupid idiot, motherfucking Leonard Daniels?? Goddamn fool, book-collecting, dust-eating, rat-old-bastard, shithead idiot, dumbest manwhore in Rydell, biggest clown in the circus, laughed out of town, cowboy, motherfucking Leonard Daniels???
No, fuck it, let me tell you something about Leonard Daniels! I hate him so much; why did he have so many fucked up books? Why did he decide to fuck around and find out? Just let me at him! Is he dead? Is he a bastard??? Man has such a visceral affect on me, I haven’t seen that bitch since he got fired, not since the almost-wedding, and I know he has the world’s shittiest beard now. Keep him away from children.
If I wanted to get into heaven and god said “Leonard Daniels is waiting inside!” I would piss on god’s feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down. If I have to deal with Leonard Daniels speaking one word in my presence again, not only will I set him on fire, but I will die as well out of spite just to get reincarnated as another Rydell High student for the experience of going to a school where he does not teach. I don’t even know why he still makes me so mad. He’s been gone for years, but I am drunk and I am angry.
He better have some fucked up backstory to explain why he’s like this; if he’s just some white shithead who wanted a young Hispanic girl because he thought she’d be easy to manipulate, I’ll go ham. Where the fuck is he now? If he’s still alive I’m going to do deeply wish he wasn’t. Crusty old man. I’ll hit him again and his frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic, huge, meat fist and he will disintegrate until all that is left is his arrest report with “Now You Fucked Up” written across in red pen.
I am not longer breathing, I am about to start hyperventilating.
I hope I can find his obituary somewhere so I can mark it in every calendar I ever get in my life and once a year, I will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who tried to marry a literal CHILD.