From two wrongs of society:
"I have three words for you: that was artistry"
"Actually, that's four words."
"What is?"
"Artist tree is two."
...from American Idol no doubt. I wish my parents would stop watching that crap. No matter how closed my bedroom door gets, I can still hear the wailings of those star-suckers, sucking the microphone with their vaseline coated teeth, looking in their lighted mirrors, hoping for that fucking "break."
"Mom, why did you give me a magazine? To smell the perfumes?"
"Well, I thought you'd want to look at it."
"To read?"
"Yeah I guess."
"So, you gave me a magazine to read? Oh...can I have your Ipod?"
...from the GO Train. Not quite the reckoning of dialogue itself, but of one of its platforms. Dear magazines, stop being picture books. Times are tough, I know ad dept, but honestly, I can never even find the articles amongst the make-up/watch ads. No wonder some people don't consider magazines reading material.
