"You're just like a pill! Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill! You keep making me ill!"
Sunday, Aug. 08, 2010 - 9:57 p.m.
Sitting in my living room. I'm on one couch.
DBanks is on the other.
I blame him for all this confusion. HE didn't stick to the script, not me. And he's still all off the damn script.
It's HIS fault. I'm blameless.
Completely blameless.
/endscene
*accepts Academy Award*