Fearful by nature, the Western Bald Curmudgeon will only engage his grizzled, world-weary peers in conversation if their hands remain in their pockets. His cantankerous banter and gesturing form an impressive displeasure display to potential mates.
“You know … I’m questioning the contract you signed about the film on our biographies. That damned Johnny Depp is getting on my nerves with his creepy research …”
Imagine me and you & you and me. No matter what he says, dude behind the tree, the only thing is me and you & you and me. What? Oh. Ummmm no. I said how is the weather?
“Ever wonder if there’s another You, who follows you around and writes good reviews?”
I just can’t shake this feeling that our twin cousin has been spying on us.
Fearful by nature, the Western Bald Curmudgeon will only engage his grizzled, world-weary peers in conversation if their hands remain in their pockets. His cantankerous banter and gesturing form an impressive displeasure display to potential mates.
“You ever wonder how the CIA collects all its intelligence?”
Don’t look now, but Big Jim’s following us again.
“I got people, that’s all I’m sayin’.”
“How long do you think it’ll be before the press catches on that we’re actually Guinea Pigs in disguise?”
Taking his wife’s advice to look into self-improvement, Peter feverishly jotted secret notes of his discussions with himself.
“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I keep seeing this little guy with a beard, like, everywhere, man! And he’s takin’ NOTES!”
“So, Stanislav, which of my personalities are you? Are you my paranoid or my neurotic?”
Sure I trust you, but what about the other clones?
Ever get the feeling you’re just a character in an artist’s sketch and nobody knows what the bleep is going on?
Ever see the movie Multiplicity?
“He’s always been the black sheep in the family.”
“Such a weird kid brother.”
“He’s been trying to get my secret pancake recipe for weeks now.”
Richard Hugeloss, Attorney at Large, arrested for forcible deposition, was sentenced to six months on James Lipton Island.
“I must be hallucinating-everywhere I look I see me! Even you’re me!”
He’s been stalk’n me for a while now
“Crap, Him Again!”
“He’s my biographer; He’s annoying, but damn he’s good!”
“I asked him to get a price check on wigs.”
“He’s kinda like a cross between James Bond, Clark Kent, and a nerdy Bruce Willis.”
“You know … I’m questioning the contract you signed about the film on our biographies. That damned Johnny Depp is getting on my nerves with his creepy research …”
“At least we didn’t get him a video camera for Christmas.”
Pretend you’re me, just for a minute — that’ll totally freak him out!”
“I can’t imagine what happened to him… He’s the one who set up the 3-way conference call in the first place…”
“That’s ‘Thing One’, but I have no idea where ‘Thing Two’ went…”
Note to self: subject B and S look familiar… disturbingly so.
Ignore him! It’s all EGO.
So… I just met you. This is crazy. Here’s my number. Call me? Maybe?
You got multiple L.L. Bean coupons, too? Who’s your daddy- I mean, barber?
Imagine me and you & you and me. No matter what he says, dude behind the tree, the only thing is me and you & you and me. What? Oh. Ummmm no. I said how is the weather?
“I tried to tell him that NoShavember is not a contest, but he keeps spying on me anyway.”