FLOOD THE GATES: HELPING A FRIEND MOVE AN ARCADE CABINET

 

Grandma Winslow: where do you live?

Gates McFadden: on Mars.

Grandma Winslow: your place is out of sight!!!

Gates: yes, it's in space, away from the prying eyes of a little kid's telescope. 

Grandma Winslow: i'm loving the biodome we're under.

Gates: it's a heat dome at night...

Grandma Winslow: and all the family photos hung up by the fireplace. is that your son?

Gates: son, daughter, does it matter?

Gates: now that we're living together, there are some ground rules.

Grandma Winslow: but how? we're a flaming asteroid hurtling in non-Euclidean geometric circles in space!!! miles from any ground. 

Gates: it's a wonder we don't crash. open the icebox. see? the ice is in the shape of a space worm. 

Grandma Winslow: i see, you don't want that disturbed so i'll never get ice. i'll open a window, ice from a nearby rogue comet will land in my hand.

Gates: the way liquid works in space, you really have to EMPTY THE WATER from all the bottles and paper dishes before putting them in the recycle bin or the bin will melt. especially those Ensure milk cartons nobody drinks, those things are SPRAYERS!!!

on the third day (or night) Grandma Winslow helps Gates move the NBA Jam: Knicks Edition arcade cabinet from her (their) house to the New York City Comic Con for display.

Gates: you can only play as Jalen Brunson...

Grandma Winslow: nice joystick, it bursts into flames when you dunk!!!

Lucio Rossi on Kidquiz: to my left is Patrick Lavender, to my right is Mark Blatty. we're competing for the best Southern California school: St. Cyril's. if we win we don't get a dictionary, we get a dictionary holder?...

local weatherman who looks like Lucio Rossi's dad: your mother made me do this. and a coupon for $10 off your next grocery shop at the Ralphs in Tarzana.

Morrissey: my final album, the last thing i do musically, it shall be called Sundae.

Morrissey's mother: i changed the locks, dear, you can't get in the house anymore.

Jannik Sinner: my bloody sock, unlike Curt Schilling's, didn't make me an asshole. it was the result of a bad toenail, a hangnail on my toe. hold my calls. i'm at the Gorgeous Pretty Beauty Salon all week...

Ms. Swan: call me Bunny. i learned how to do Italian nails from Lucio Rossi's mom.

penalty kicks: walking to the electric chair...

pasta salad: no, not the macaroni salad...

Ben Shelton: i don't care what any y'all say, i'm the best Michael Jackson. i'm an American and my best surface is clay?...

'90s sex: doing the wild thing.

BB King replacing a broken guitar string mid-song at a live concert as he sings: teach me how to make love.........go...

1991 live studio audience at a TV-show taping: let's HOOP AND HOLLER for no reason!!!

Alex P. Keaton: HEY!!! Family Ties is a serious family drama, not a sitcom...

Bob Hoskins: have you ever watched TV through binoculars?...

Krull: the young king's smile on a box of Corn Flakes...

Connie Stevens: but i look NOTHING like Marilyn Monroe...

at the tan con card-table Gates McFadden is signing headshots and getting into fights with fans.

Gates McFadden: sorry, folks, B&W headshots only, i ran out of the color ones. i know, right? why am i even a redhead?

TecWinger: Trump bought the WB and i lost my will to live. what do i do know? in terms of life. i'm not married and i don't believe in Jesus.

Gates: it's just, the WB had some good cartoons.

TecWinger: yeah, HAD.

Gates: you can still watch those cartoons. when you watch old cartoons it's just like watching new cartoons...

TecWinger: i'm just realizing now that the entirety of my life has been consumed with only cartoons. not with people. or people skills. or job skills. i didn't plan for this...

Gates: you really shouldn't be seeking therapy on a messageboard. you need an actual professional psychiatrist. or professional priest. or doula. go to Italy. pay a woman to hug you for an hour.

back at the Mars house.

Grandma Winslow: great work out there, you saved that kid's life. he was probably gonna kill himself.

Gates: that was a 50-year-old virgin who lives with his parents and plays with dolls. these are the ONLY men i meet at conventions. they all remind me of my son.

Grandma Winslow: well i better go back home.........to San Antonio...

Gates: don't be silly, silly, the USS Enterprise just docked at our kitchen...