Really like a fake bad-boy
Seth : Nice, she kept saying the word nice, you know what that means don't you ?
Sandy : Aww, she thinks you're nice.
Seth : Yeah exactly nice, as in lacking any edge, and or danger.
Ryan : Yeah, well you did offer to fix her a sandwich.
Seth : Ugh I know, it's like the more edgy and dangerous she became the more I became like a...Jewish grandmother.
Sandy : Not your grandmother. (sérieux) Keep shuckin Seth I want dinner ready by the time your mother gets home.
Seth : HEY ! (crie) Maybe I don't feel like shuckin these, OK, and maybe you should go and shuck them yourself old man !(silence, Sandy le regarde et commence à rire, Ryan aussi... et moi aussi)
Ryan : That was good.
Sandy : Y-you had me shaking in my boots!
Seth : (frustré) Yeah, I'm so screwed, Bruce Banner gets mad he turns into the Hulk, I get mad I turn into like a seventy five year old...yenta, named Sylvia.
Already seen, but never wearing:
> Here, here -arf arf arf... "like...like...like" (pourquoi il bouge ses doigts comme ca?? O_o)- & here!