|Xenocide - 2016-10-18 |
TWO MONTHS FROM NOW:
Credenza Holloway, Heiress to the Holloway Goat Shampoo Fortune: You don't understand, mother. Even though I don't love him, I HAVE to have Stellingham's baby! If I don't, he refuses to watch Disney's Rogue One: A Star Wars Adventure, the film Leonard Maltin called "serviceable!"
Lady Beatrice Holloway, Grand Duchess of New Hampshire: Have his baby if you must, Credenza, but that child will never be a part of this family. I will never include him in our plans to visit Walt Disney World resort locations where the magic comes alive!
(suddenly, Randolphio, that UTTER CAD, bursts in through the window)
Lady Beatrice Holloway, Who Does Not Yet Know About the Tumor: Randolphio! What in the name of a brand-new season of Dancing With the Stars are you doing here?
[Randolphio stares at the camera unblinking for 45 seconds, then holds up a piece of paper reading, "FINDING DORY NOW ON BLU-RAY" before turning and jumping out the other window]
Credenza Holloway, Fanning Herself and Trying to Contain Her Arousal: He's right, mother. Derek and I SHOULD elope to Norway! Verizon!
Lady Beatrice Holloway, Confused in Many Respects: Wait, does Disney own Verizon?