The Ran in Span Falls Manly on the Plan ...

PIZZA PLACE OWNER

What I need is a sign to hang outside the shop. Something to let people know about our specials.

GRAFFICK DEZINNER

Know problem! Peace of cake!

GRAFFICK DEZINNER

I love it when a plain comes together! Am eye write?

(PIZZA PLACE OWNER looks at banner. Blinks. Looks back at GRAFFICK DEZINNER, who beams proudly.)

GRAFFICK DEZINNER

A Main, a Plain, a Cainal! Woo-WHO!




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Whoa.

I don't even see the Matrix code anymore. All I see is blonde, brunette, redhead, subway car window ...

I am The One.

Apparently.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go kick Hugo Weaving repeatedly in the face.



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Nap Or Crime Scene: Criminally Minded

HOTCHNER (sternly)

The Un-Sub covered the body.

PRENTISS

A clear sign of remorse.

HOTCHNER (sternly)

He may have known the victim.

MORGAN (handsomely)

Have I mentioned that I'm very handsome?

HOTCHNER (sternly)

Yes, Morgan.

JOE MANTEGNA

MANGIA ITALIANO!

HOTCHNER (sternly)

Joe, we're supposed to be in character now.

JOE MANTEGNA

MOLTO BENE!

(JOE MANTEGNA ties on a red and white checkered bib, produces a bowl of pasta and dances gleefully away, eating.)

(HOTCHNER sighs and shakes his head sternly.)

REED

Did you know frogs have teeth, but toads have a bony ridge?

HOTCHNER (sternly)

The Un-Sub is not a frog.

REED

But he may have a bony ridge.

HOTCHNER (sternly)

He doesn't.

REED

I've never eaten a single thing ever.

(MORGAN'S phone rings.)

MORGAN (answering handsomely)

You're on speaker, Baby Girl.

GARCIA (over speaker phone)

Inappropriate sexual innuendo!

(Everyone smiles and pretends this is acceptable workplace behavior.)

JJ

Does it help if I bat my eyelashes?

HOTCHNER (sternly)

It doesn't.

JJ

Then my work here is done.

PRENTISS

Did you guys happen to notice that the body is lightly snoring?

HOTCHNER (sternly)

Tell the Sheriff we're ready to give the profile.




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Ham On Wry

A short time ago, an ebullient co-worker returned from fetching lunch with a breathlessly delighted proclamation:

Her: "I just saw Clint Howard!"

Me: "Where?"

Her: "At the sandwich place around the corner!"

Me: "Was he working there?"

Sammich?

Her: "It was great!"

Me: "So you're happy about it?"

Her: "Yes! Who wouldn't be?!

Me: "I don't know. Probably lots of people. He is a little hard on the eyes."

Her: "True. But he's never on screen for very long!"

Check and mate. I could find no fault in her logic.

Her enthusiasm undimmed, she then flounced happily into her office.

I must admit, I admire anybody who can find joy in the little things. Even if those little things are kinda homely.



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Game of Thrones Life Lesson #1

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Um ... CNN?

I don't have one of them fancy degrees in "journalism" ... or "zoology" ... buuut ...

You might want to think about double-checking your sources on this one.



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Hey, What's That Up There?

What could it be? Dangling so precariously above me on the train during my morning commute ...?

Oh no! The Apple of Damacles!



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