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in which the good is good, and the bad is just annoying
1. Dear Paul McGann: re the Eighth Doctor (and Lt. Bush, but not Alien3 -- although if I can forgive Gabriel Byrne for ... well, for his whole resume, basically, I can forgive you for that), pls let me know when would be a convenient time for me to have your babies.
1a. Parenthetically, dear non-Paul-McGann cast member from "Storm Warning": Capetown? No, seriously, is that supposed to be a South African accent? I had briefly wondered if you might be going for something southern-hemisphere, but then settled on Russian, because of the whole socialist-minister thing and the fact that you just plain didn't sound like a native speaker (and yes, I know you're set in 1930; you didn't sound like a native speaker of any vintage). South African, though? Damn. It, ah, needs some work.
2. Pulled too close to a wheelstop last night and did some damage to the @#%^&! bumper again. The next time that happens will be the last, I'll tell you what. I am going to fucking buy a new car and it's going to have more than an INCH AND A HALF of clearance in the front, goddammit. BUT! this morning a charming man at the garage fixed it as well as it could be fixed, and he did it in five minutes and didn't charge me. So that's all right. (To really fix it would require replacing the goddamn bumper, because there's something cracked on one edge, but unless it fails the inspection, I'm not down with that.)
3. Rehabilitated. Let's see now. You know, come to think of it, I have no idea what that means. I know what you think it means. Me, I think it's a made-up word, a politician's word. A word so young fellas like you can wear a suit and tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? [...] "Rehabilitated?" That's a bullshit word, so you just go on ahead and stamp that form there, sonny, and stop wasting my damn time. Truth is, I don't give a shit.
1a. Parenthetically, dear non-Paul-McGann cast member from "Storm Warning": Capetown? No, seriously, is that supposed to be a South African accent? I had briefly wondered if you might be going for something southern-hemisphere, but then settled on Russian, because of the whole socialist-minister thing and the fact that you just plain didn't sound like a native speaker (and yes, I know you're set in 1930; you didn't sound like a native speaker of any vintage). South African, though? Damn. It, ah, needs some work.
2. Pulled too close to a wheelstop last night and did some damage to the @#%^&! bumper again. The next time that happens will be the last, I'll tell you what. I am going to fucking buy a new car and it's going to have more than an INCH AND A HALF of clearance in the front, goddammit. BUT! this morning a charming man at the garage fixed it as well as it could be fixed, and he did it in five minutes and didn't charge me. So that's all right. (To really fix it would require replacing the goddamn bumper, because there's something cracked on one edge, but unless it fails the inspection, I'm not down with that.)
3. Rehabilitated. Let's see now. You know, come to think of it, I have no idea what that means. I know what you think it means. Me, I think it's a made-up word, a politician's word. A word so young fellas like you can wear a suit and tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? [...] "Rehabilitated?" That's a bullshit word, so you just go on ahead and stamp that form there, sonny, and stop wasting my damn time. Truth is, I don't give a shit.
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*smacks them upside the head*
She's fine, I tell you!