"Skye,  I've been looking for you.  It's time for me to go
back to Llanview.  I wanted to give you a little
lip to hand to cheek kissie good-bye."

"OH, pardon me!"

"Excuse us!"



"mm mmm  mmm"

"my can' 'et my inners o' my mou'"

"I can't get my hand off my chin!
It was Aunt Tracy!  She bumped into
us and smeared us with Krazy Glue!
OMG what a bitch!"

"Five more people to glue.  Heh heh heh."

"What is the matter with Father?"

"mmm mmm hmm mmmm"

(in the distance)  "Bwahahaha."

"Tek dem off."

"I can't!!  They're stuck!"


"Let go of my head!"

"Let go of my arms!"

"What's going on?"

"I don't KNOW!"


"And then she glued my hand to my chin.
How dumb was I to fall for that?"

"I've got an even funnier one for ya, Skye!
I can't get my hand off my face right now!"

"Isn't this fun??  Let's do five more.  Hee hee."

"So tell me the truth.  Do I look like a dork?"

"God, how can I tell her?"

"Please, please tell me."

"You hair makes you look like you're five.  Here's
the number for Mario, the mob mol hair dresser."

"Thank you, thank you... I mean it. 
Thank you.  Let go."

"No, you let go!"

"I can't!!"