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Triple Triad Ace

Go Garry! You rock, Garry! You rock... I think... but then again, whenever I think something there's a 90% probability that I'm wrong.

And yes, MP. If not anyone else, then, at least "I" think I'm gross myself.

Does somebody really think you're gross?

Liz: Now, I want to talk to you about something else.
Garry: I don't like that tone at all. What's on your mind?
Liz: You. Your general behavior.
Garry: Really, Liz! What have I done now?
Liz: Don't you think it's time you started to relax?
Garry: I don't know what you're talking about.
Liz: Who was that poor creature I saw here this morning in evening dress?
Garry: She'd lost her latchkey.
Liz: They often do.
Garry: Now you listen to me, Liz...
Liz: You're over forty, you know.
Garry: Only just.
Liz: And in my humble opinion, all this casual scampering about is rather undignified.
Garry: Casual scampering about indeed! You have a genius for putting things unpleasantly.
Liz: Don't misunderstand me, I'm not taking a moral view, I gave that up as hopeless years ago. No, I'm merely basing my little homily on reason, dignity, position, and let's face it, age.
Garry: Perhaps you'd like me to live in a bath-chair.
Liz: It certaintly would have its compensations.
Garry: It's all very fine for you to come roaring back from Paris where you've been up to god knows what and start to bully me...
Liz: I'm not bullying you.
Garry: Yes, you are. You're sitting smug as be damned on a cursed little cloud and blowing down on me.
Liz: Don't bluster.
Garry: Who went away and left me a prey to everybody, in the first place? Answer me that!
Liz: I did, thank god.
Garry: Well, then.
Liz: Would you have liked me to have stayed?
Garry: Certaintly not, you drove me mad.
Liz: Well, stop shilly-shallying about it then and pay attention.
Garry: This, to date, is the most irritating morning of my life.
Liz: I can remember better ones.
Garry: Where were we?
Liz: Be good, there's a darling - I mean it.
Garry: Mean what?
Liz: Exactly this. You have reached a moment in life when a little restraint would be becoming. You are no longer a debonair, irresponsible juvenile. You're an eminent man advancing, with every sign of reluctance, into middle age.
Garry: May god forgive you, dear, for I never shall.

*skips stuff*

Garry: And you! One of the most depressing, melancholy actresses on the English stage. Where would you be if I hadn't forced you to give up acting and start writing?
Liz: Open Air Theatre, Regent's Park.
Garry: Good god! I even had to marry you to do it.
Liz: Yes, and a fine gesture that turned out to be.
Garry: Well, I was in love with you for longer than anyone else, you can't grumble.
Liz: I never grumbled. I believe in going through any experience, however shattering.
Garry: Nonsense, you adored me, you know you did.
Liz: I still do, dear. You're so chivalrous, rubbing it in how dependant we all are on you for every breath we take.
Garry: I didn't say that.


Don't...ask...XD

Ooooooh The GOOD glass

I think she's talking about the good grass.

And thats not the regular green grass.........

He's more grass than boobies, I think.

Shads, you're so gross boobies!

BLOOD SUGAR SEX MAJIK.

I could have said it in a much sexier way. (imnot jelus btw)