Fugk 3

DAMIAN FAHEY: Okay, Cameron, we're going to take off your blindfold now! Are you ready to see what crazy thing you chose from the closet?

CAMERON: Yes, I'm... wait, what?

DAMIAN: That's right! Remember how we agreed to blindfold you and put you in a closet of loony outfits and then surprise you with what you put on?

CAMERON: What are you talking about? You put the blindfold on me backstage after I was already... OW!

DAMIAN: Damn, sorry, did I jab you with my elbow? My bad! I was just trying to untie this blindfold. WHICH WE TIED ON BEFORE YOU GOT DRESSED. 

CAMERON: Dude, I havent...

DAMIAN: ... you haven't laid eyes on this outfit yet! I know! It's hilarious!

CAMERON: If you're talking about the romper thingy, I wore it to the studio today.

DAMIAN (whispering): Would you keep it down? Your publicist paid me $100 to pretend you didn't have sight on your side when you put this on. Now GET WITH THE PROGRAM.

CAMERON: Look, man, haven't you heard? I'm on a roll! I can do no wrong!

DAMIAN: I'm pretty sure a denim halter-neck that looks like you braided it in the camp craft tent counts as wrong.

CAMERON: Oh yeah? Well, my pal Drew told me I look like the kind of rainbow that can only come from a pure heart.

DAMIAN: Listen, I'm going to put this in terms you can understand: Dressing like an unpopular 12-year old is not going to bring your sexy back.

CAMERON: Oh NO you DI-INT, bitch. You did NOT just drop some JT on my ass. I'm'a snap you like a TWIG, you visionless twerp.

DAMIAN: No, YOU are the one who was visionless... when you... because, the blindfold... oh, never mind. I give up. But I'm keeping the $100.