Jen R on the powder-green phone: i gotta go, Banksy is depressed.
me on the phone: talk to you soon.
Jen: i'm not a psychiatrist.
me: i don't trust clinical psychiatrists, only street psychiatrists.
Jen: so i set him up with a friend to talk to. he needs a friend, not a doctor.
Banksy at his place: i'm freaking out, man.
Harvey Pekar: calm down, Banksy. be chill like me. it's not that bad. life is happy.
Banksy: for you always but not me this time. i'm peak stress. i wish i could hide from everyone forever.........wait, that's what i'd BEEN doing!!! i can never hide again.
Harvey: listen, Robin.
Banksy: at least call me Davey!!!
Harvey: do you know why i went BUCK WILD on Letterman that one time? they didn't feed me in the dressing room, i was HUNGRY!!!
Jen R: okay we can talk. crisis averted. all i have to do is fetch Banksy a Puffa jacket so he feels like a New Yorker again. so he feels he can blend into the crowd again.
me: i'm at church with Jaleel White's mom, she wears all-white: dress, hat, heel shoes, gloves. her fellow church divas are all little old short ladies in eggshell blue: dress, hat, heel shoes, gloves. she lines the church ladies all neatly up in a row in the pew and SLAPS them all across the face in one fell gloved swoop slap for disrespecting her son for being Urkel.
Jen: that was a surreal one. your dreams are always so much more interesting than your real life...
Lorne Michaels: you want living history? watch the first SNL after a new American President has taken office...
Hunter S. Thompson: don't be afraid of me, i'm just Ernest from Ernest Goes to Camp...
Denny's: there is nothing more moldy than three blue dots in your giant pomato pancake that's been in your fridge for four months in our impossible-to-open suction-suck circle black containers.
Marketa Vondrousova: listen man, it's not like that, man.
Scooby-Doo: it was market forces. people don't buy Vidal Sassoon no more.
Marketa: my new husband Shaggy, man, we solve crimes in a van. is the dog talking or is that the weed talking? we're children of the flower. i don't like the popo knowing about me, knowing where i am at all times, knowing where i'm going, harassing me, having me on file.
Chutes and Ladders: if Sesame Street was a board game...
Trading Places: who knew Coleman could act?...
Don Ameche: i'm pizza.
Lili Estefan: when do the soccer players go to the bathroom?
Raul De Molina: that's what the hydration break is for, Lili: pee.
Lili: what if they have to go poo, Rauly?
Raul: they poo on the pitch, Lili. they pinch one out on the pitch.
Melissa Maker: when the next man comes along? well he won't be wearing a cowboy hat, this is Canada, not Mexico!!!
Chad Reynolds: ...
me: i love you.
Jen: you wouldn't say that if you saw me now. i'm fat.
me: bah!!! i love your soul, not your body.
Jen: you say that but...
me: oh now i get it, the puffa jacket was for YOU!!! to hide your whale body in shame.
Jen: i'm not THAT bad. huh, maybe i can believe a man in this one instance...
Jen R on the dusty-green phone: Calendar teaches us to always respond to messages.
me on the phone: there's nothing worse than unanswered letters.
Atom Egoyan: call her back while naked on a leather couch.

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