Aldi (aldiara) wrote in eskimo_kiss, @ 2010-05-21 05:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | [spoilers] rifftracks |
Spoiler rifftracks (episodes 952-956)
Deniz: Hey Süßer. Wanna touch my hockey stick?
Roman: My love for you will last forever, except for that whole totally cheating on you thing OMG button up your shirt, do you want to give an old man a heart attack?
Florian: Dudes, get a room.
Florian: So, Roman? You know who's coming back to town soon?
Roman: Etienne? Tim? Nina? Juli? Paul Pradel and his awful training slacks? Nadja? Third extra from the left? New credits? Vanessa?
Florian: No. I mean, yes on that last one. (YAY!!!) But actually I meant YOUR OTHER BOYFRIEND, you total whore.
Roman: LA LA LA I CANNOT HEAR YOU. MY DOUBLE LIFE, IT DOES NOT EXIST. DENY DENY DENY.
Deniz: Something you're not telling me? *gazes keenly*
Roman: Ack ack ack.
Florian: You are so fucked, you know. Can I have money for a new shirt, btw?
Roman: Have it. Have it all. I'm dead.
Florian: Uh huh. If he kicks your ass to the kerb, I'm staying with him, btw. Do not need all this divorced caretakers shit.
Marian: ...just a twinge if I bend a certain way, you know?
Oliver: Marian, everyone knows you bend that way all the time. For anyone who asks.
Keule: S'true.
Ingo: Oliver, stoppit. I'm the witty one with the gay innuendo. You can't outsparkle me.
Oliver: Soz. Just trying to move up in the world. The fangirls dig it.
Random extras: ...uh... hockey?
Florian: Yeah, that's what I said at first, before I learned to lean back and giggle.
Deniz: "Bored now. Coming home early, see attached pic for planned activities."
"Best plan ever Y/Y? ILU."
Greasy Max: Muuuum. That mean Katja is trying to steal my wifetoy. She keeps messing with my mind mojo. Can't you...
Simone: Quit your whinging and go away until I need a shag, I'm busy. Agent Scholz is messaging my special pearl earring headset.
Greasy Max: You never have tiiiiime for me anymore!
Simone: SHUP. Affirmative, Schölzchen. Commence operations immediately.
Claudia: White shores... and beyond... a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Katja: When are you leaving town, again?
Roman: FUCK. Fuck fuck fuckety fuuuuuuck.
Marc: Mmmmmkay, come here.
Roman: WHAT LIGHT THROUGH YONDER WINDOW BREAKS?
Marc: It is the nightingale and not the Marc. Come back and blow me, you fool.
Roman: Ooooh, oka- ARGH NO. DAYTIME IS DENIZTIME. METICULOUS SCHEDULE IS FUCKED.
Marc: You'll be fine. Just tell him you were at a poetry reading *snicker*
Roman: Wouldn't work, I forced him to watch Moulin Rouge seven times.
Marc: Bwahahahahahahaha. Er, soz.
Roman: Do you think he'll notice what you've done to my nipples?
Marc: Only if he usually pays much attention to them.
Roman: FUCK.
Marc: Wheeeeee!
Roman: NO REALLY. NO TIME TO BE WHIMSICAL. THINGS TO DO. OTHER BOYFRIENDS TO SEE.
Marc: Bah. Twirl, my pretty, twirl twirl!
Roman: Marc?
Marc: Roman?
Roman: There is a smallish red-haired woman attached to my back.
Marc: Er.
Roman: And she's whispering at me about how there's no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Marc: The fuck does that mean?
Roman: Oh, it's from Terminator. It means...
Marc: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
Roman: Deniz made me watch it. Actually the T1000 is really hot.
Marc: I worry about you.
Claudia:...so it's all good. I have doused him with Veritaserum, and if he doesn't do my bidding...
Katja: Mum, d'you MIND? I'm trying to shower! The getting clean kind, not the Centre version.
Claudia: Oh, sorry. I thought you were Scarlett O'Hara-ing yourself a new skating costume out of the shower curtain.
Katja: Oh, hmmm. *drapes*
Richard: So.
Simone: So.
Richard: What does one usually do after one gets divorced from the same person for the second time?
Simone: Wait for some upcoming milestone episode and hope to god the writers won't marry you to that fucking adulterous loser whoreson person a third time.
Richard: Ah. Ever notice how much our courthouse resembles the entrance to some daily soap's studios?
Simone: Yeah.
Richard: Awkward.
Greasy Max: Mother, we must have words. Lately I feel like your attention has been unduly diverted from me by-
Simone: Can it.
Greasy Max: Whowha?
Simone: Do not care. Unless you're being properly evil or bending me over the kitchen table, I have no use for you. Go play with your barbies.
Greasy Max: But mommeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
Simone: Also, stop having eyesex with Axel while fingering me under the breakfast table. It's inappropriate.
Greasy Max: Your rules are BORING.
Richard: Damn, she looks fiiiiine.
Simone: Hey guys. Don't mind me. Just standing here looking fiiiiine long enough for Richard to notice.
Richard: Bah, that's okay. I've got a hot young blonde waiting for me at home. I'm not missing anything. Here, look:
Celine: It's okay, Zoé! I will still love you just as much when our precious little baby arrives! but now let me tell you some more about the glowing joy of motherhood and about how I totally don't feel like having sex right now.
(Richard: SIGH.)
Zoé: Please somebody, anybody, take me away from here.
Celine: ...and the mucus is clear, not bloody, so I think it's all good. Have you seen my waddle?
Ingo: Mhmyes. *desperately trying not to puke*
Celine: I asked Lena to show me her hand-at-the-small-of-her-back trick.
Zoé: Can I come live with you, Dad. PLEASE?
Simone: I have plot this week, honest. My only purpose is not to stand around looking gorgeous and so much more shaggable than the bloated blonde cook.
Jenny: It's fun though, no?
Simone: OMG SO MUCH, JENNYLEIN, SO MUCH!!!
Celine: *sob* I'm sorry, Zoé, Maman is just a petit bit fragile right now... hold me and your precious baby sibling, won't you?
Zoé: ACK.
Ingo: I would run, but the estrogen is between me and the door. Dammit.
Simone: You did bring my thong, right?
Greasy Max: Oh, hmmm...
Simone: Please tell me that if you left my thong lying anywhere, it was on Richard's office desk, not your dull wife's bed.
Greasy Max: ...
Lenabot: Hello, husband and mother-in-law. May I make you some canapés?
Greasy Max: It'll be fine, she wouldn't remember. OBLIVIATE!
Lenabot: Hello, husband and mother-in-law. May I make you some canapés?
Simone: Just don't let her near her sister. That girl is dangerous. Damn Gryffindors.
Celine: Now, Zoé, ma chere. Is there anything else you'd like to know about how Maman's body is going to change over the next few months and how you'll need to be extra-considerate during this very special time?
Zoé: I would answer you but my tongue is asleep from all the drugs I took to make sure I instantly forget your vapid drivel.
Zoé: Okay, we need a plan.
Ingo: Plan? Who needs a plan? The bathroom has a lock. We're in here, she's out there. We're safe.
Zoé: Dad, she's got twenty-seven pregnancy books she can read out loud. She's got three dozen homebirth videos she can play at full volume. She makes whale noises when she gets one of her crying fits. SOONER OR LATER SHE'LL WANT THE BATHROOM AND MAKE THIS KNOWN.
Ingo: PLAN PLAN PLAN WE NEED A PLAN OMG.
Celine: Ingoooooooo? Could you give me a foot rub? And Zoé, come and give me a hug! I feel tender!
Zoé: I *think* I can squeeze through the air vent. I'll sent help once I'm out.
Celine: *blubber*
Ingo: HURRY, DAUGHTER, I IMPLORE YOU.
Simone: I haz a voodoo Alexander doll. Heeeeeh.
Lena: You look fucking incredible.
Simone: I know, right? And my ex's hussy is currently waddling bloated circles around him. I love my life.
Lena: I kind of love your life too. Say, you're not planning anything sinister with that doll that looks freakishly like my changeling child, are you?
Simone: Me? Never! Heeeeeeeeh.
Lena: Oh, good.
Celine: Hngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ingo: Oh god.
Celine: Hngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Zoé: MAKE HER STOP.
Celine: Hngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ingo: On the count of three?
Celine: Hngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Zoé: ONETWOTHREE RUN.
Deniz: So. Weeks, huh.
Roman: Yeah.
Deniz: Even though I asked you, and despite the flat thing, and the trust thing, and you know, that year I spent being awesome.
Roman: Yeah.
Deniz: And, like, in our flat.
Roman: Yeah.
Deniz: And if some witch hadn't blackmailed you, you might not have told me for another five months.
Roman: Yeah.
Deniz: And then he socked me.
Marc: Yeh, uhm, soz. (Your jaw bone is very hard, if it's any consolation.)
Deniz: Snark's just kinda left the building, hasn't it.
Roman: ...yeah.