…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.
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?