…from On the Edge…

Charlotte: *gives Shan the cold shoulder*

Shan: What is wrong with you today?

Charlotte: Not a damn thing, thank you.

Shan: This scene is flat and you’re supposed to be helping me fix it.

Charlotte: *gives off strong “it sucks to be you” vibe*

Shan: I think you faked this orgasm, Charlotte.

Tony: Bullshit!

Shan: This isn’t about you, Tony.

Tony: Again, bullshit. My women don’t fake orgasms.

Shan: I think if all the men whose women faked orgasms found out at the same instant, the mass deflating of male ego would cure global warming.

Tony: Tell her, Charlotte.

Charlotte: Look. You’ve got me meeting up with this slimeball from my past who gives me all sorts of heebie-jeebies, and then next scene I’m in the mood?

Tony: Sex is a great cure for the heebie-jeebies.

Charlotte: Yes, and semen taken orally is the miracle cure for headaches. Grow up, Casavetti.

Shan: Whoa! Happily ever after, people. Eyes on the prize. So we phoned this scene in. Let’s fix it.

Charlotte: *still with the pissy body language*

Shan: What now? The clock is ticking here.

Charlotte: What’s this I hear about other writers buying their characters Christmas presents?

Shan: Are you :censor: kidding me? You’re not supposed to be bloghopping. You’re supposed to be having a :censor: orgasm here.

Charlotte: I bet the characters who felt loved and appreciated during the holidays aren’t phoning it in.

Shan: I feel a migraine coming on.

Tony: Hey, you know what cures a headache?