March 30, 2007
Fug and Fugs
BECKS: Just keep your head down, babes.
POSH: Look, I really can't figure out why you suddenly have a cracking great rod up your bum, David. It was YOUR idea.
BECKS: It was not.
POSH: It was TOO.
BECKS: I was being SARCASTIC. When a person says, "Oh, I don't give a rat's bollocks what you wear -- wrap a garbage sack around your waist for all I care," they are not ACTUALLY hoping you'll do it. Get it?
POSH: Well how am I supposed to know that? I thought you meant, "You'd look gorgeous in a trash bag, honey."
BECKS: Certainly not. I'm not your mum.
POSH: Don't be a prat.
BECKS: Look, I was getting sick of waiting. It took you two hours to pick your shoes. Who spends two hours picking out shoes to go with pants that don't even SHOW them, Vic?
POSH: Oh, well, fine, if you don't CARE about the details. Although coming from someone who couldn't be arsed to tuck in his shirt before throwing on grandpa's cardigan...
BECKS: Pipe down, Simon Le Bon. I'm not ALLOWED to have closet time while you're still deciding, remember?
POSH: And I expect you're going to blame that hat on me, too, now.
BECKS: It's the only thing I could find that might help me hide.
POSH: Our reality show is going to be bloody brilliant.