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Kat: Hey, Dave...
D: Daffydd.
K: Sorry. Mea Culpa. Daffydd.
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K: If we're going to be picky about names, I'd like you to call me Katarina.
D: Catrin.
K: Not Catrin. Katarina.
D: But Catrin is Welsh...
K: It's not Welsh. That's the point. Katarina. (Shouting down the stairs.) Hey Erin, what you got?
E: I'd like to be B-shizzle from now on...
D: Daffydd.
K: Sorry. Mea Culpa. Daffydd.
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K: If we're going to be picky about names, I'd like you to call me Katarina.
D: Catrin.
K: Not Catrin. Katarina.
D: But Catrin is Welsh...
K: It's not Welsh. That's the point. Katarina. (Shouting down the stairs.) Hey Erin, what you got?
E: I'd like to be B-shizzle from now on...
6 Comments:
Alice - My two children, Elliott (of the charming overbite and "come-hither" eyes) and Lana (poor, misbegotten, brainless, paralytic), were wondering how you would say their names, like, you know, if you happened to run into them at the pub during your Friday/Saturday study sessions?
Thanks for the specifics regarding the red shorts in the photograph. (Isn't there a song in there somewhere? "RED SHORTS IN THE PHOTOGRAPH; DRAGON ALE FOR TWO; PUB DANCING CAN BE FUN, MY DEAR; WHEN I'M STEPPING WITH YOU.")
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Anonymous, at 7:13 PM
Can I call you H-Cat?
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Anonymous, at 9:06 PM
Larry: You're completely out of your mind. Not that I didn't know that from your proclivity for singing show tunes at the gym.
Mordechai: You can call me *almost* anything you want.
Vanessa: DNE. Yet. Actually, Max Carter-Oberstone used to call me "A-Train" in High School, which I hated. He was a short little punk much in need of a smackdown-- like some of the Italian kids running around here. Use it and die.
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Alice Teresa, at 6:45 AM
Ian had a good try with "Alicious", but you have to be a special kind of person to pull that one off.
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Patrick, at 2:56 AM
No, I wasn't even replying to your comment, Vanessa. I mean that I could never get away with calling her that.
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Patrick, at 10:47 PM
Alice, I see you are still writing your plays, they're just like I remember them: pretentious, sophmoric, self-involved, self-aggrandizing, did I mention pretentious? Keep doin it how you do A-Train, don't let the haters (like myself) keep your talent from blooming into its full potential: a series of acts performed by unemployed street actors in some deserted alley way. Please don't cry. I know that's your trademark. I'm out.
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