MARY ANNE
You better be careful, little buddy. Ginger's not going to want you forever, and when she DOES reject you, and you KNOW she will, you're going to be one sad, lonely first mate.
GILLIGAN
Mary Jane, get off my back! You've been after the Skipper the entire time we've been on this island, and where did it get you? Every time you try to get him to spend some time with you, you wind up crawling back to me. Well, it's got to stop. And if you mess things up between me and Ginger.
MARY ANNE
It's not: you and Ginger; it's: Ginger and you.
GILLIGAN
I'm warning you, Mary Anne; I'm not going to let you mess this up.
MARY ANNE
Well, Gilligan, maybe I ought to warn you!
GILLIGAN
What is it this time, Mary Anne?
MARY ANNE
If you haven't already noticed, the Professor has been driving pretty hard for Ginger.
GILLIGAN
Ginger doesn't love him, Mary Anne, she's using him--always has been.
20110901
roaches dialog
"What do you think of roaches," Kenny asked, still standing at the door of his flat in his t-shirt.
"What do you mean: what do I think of 'em," Stan replied, "I thought we were going to go out," looking over at Nancy who was standing in the middle of the hallway looking a little nervous.
"How stupid of me, c'mon on in," Kenny invited them--swinging the door open wider, turning his back absently momentarily.
"What do I think of roaches," Stan mimicked.
"I hate 'em," Nancy entered--having decided to have fun with the question.
"You hate the roaches," Kenny responded to Nancy (affirming).
"Who doesn't hate roaches?" Stan asked, "I mean c'mon, they're disgusting. When I see one I want to step on the thing."
"No matter how much we hate the roaches, no matter how universally disgusted we are by them, the roaches will never care if we hate them, and, do you want to know why? Kenny asked, looking back evenly between Nancy and Stan.
"You're asking me if I want to know WHY the roaches will never care if we hate them?" Stan asked looking Kenny square in the eye--feeling a little stupid for seeming to take this as seriously as Kenny was implying he should.
"What do I know about what roaches care?" Stan asked--looking over at Nancy for a second. "I don't think about 'em."
"Yeah, I mean, I don't think the roaches care about anything, Kenny," Nancy started, "I mean they're just roaches, just insects, you know?"
"No," Kenny stated, suddenly turning to address Nancy directly. "It's not that they're just bugs. It's that there are so many, many more of them than us."
Nancy and Stan were speechless at this point.
"Don't get me wrong, I hate roaches as much as anybody else," Kenny seemed to misunderstand the point of their sudden silence. "I mean, of course they're disgusting."
Stan looked over at Nancy with a smirk--determined to humor his and Nancy's way out of this conversation and this tiny apartment. Shrugging his shoulders: "Okay? So?"
"No matter how much we hate them when we see one scampering across the floor or crawling out of a gutter, no matter how disgusted we get at the sight of them--and justifiably so, of course," seeming to still be under the impression that the two of them figured he liked roaches or something. "We really only hate a tiny proportion of the actual roach population."
"What's that?" Stan re-entered.
"We only hate the roaches we actually see," Kenny said revealing the point once and for all.
"The stragglers, the outcasts, the rejects from roach society," Kenny continued.
"What are you talking about?" Stan asked, growing impatient.
"Roach society doesn't care if we hate the few roaches we see, because we don't hate the vast majority of roaches that actually exist," Kenny stated delicately--almost afraid he may lose their attention.
"We only hate the roaches we SEE," Nancy stated as if to clarify or demonstrate that she followed Kenny's reasoning, "not the vast majority of roaches that exist but are invisible to us."
"That's right--"
"Oh, geese," Stan interrupted, "what IS this?" Stan seemed to be heading toward the door. "Look, Nancy, Joey told us to come down here to take this guy out for a couple of hours--I didn't think this would be a trip to the loony bin."
"--and, what's more," Kenny seemed to be finishing a point, "what's more is that the vast majority of roaches--"
"The ones we can't see--" Nancy was fully humoring Kenny now.
"--the vast majority of roach society hates them too."
"Because?" Stan asked figuring joining briefly, very briefly in Nancy's humor.
"Because the roaches we see LEFT the majority," Kenny continued.
"Okay, this is enough, Nancy, Joey must've lost his mind or something," Stan seemed to be concluding.
"So we agree," Nancy stated.
"Nancy c'mon, enough is enough, okay? Joke's over."
"That's right," Kenny said--still in his rhetorical trance." "We're in agreement with the majority of roach society."
Stan realized he would have to wait patiently for the end of the roach chat--hoping that this was, in fact, it.
"Well, you all must think I'm nuts," Kenny came to--as though out of a trance.
"What?" Stan registered Kenny's sudden change in demeanor. "Was that a bit? That was one of your bits?"
"Yeah," Kenny admitted--looking down at the ground momentarily, returning to meet Stan's and Nancy's eyes in shared glances with an unbroken straight face.
"Joey told me you were funny; I didn't think you were THAT funny," Stan said seeming relieved. "You knew that was a bit?" Stan turned to Nancy with his hand slightly gesturing at Kenny.
"Joey told me all about this guy," Nancy said, laughing and hitting Kenny's shoulder.
"Look, I'm sorry, you two came over to do something; let's do something," Kenny said starting to get it together--lauching across the room toward the bedroom. "You two want to go get something to eat."
"Not me, I just ate," Nancy said.
"There's a bar and grill on the next block--a couple drinks?"
"What do you mean: what do I think of 'em," Stan replied, "I thought we were going to go out," looking over at Nancy who was standing in the middle of the hallway looking a little nervous.
"How stupid of me, c'mon on in," Kenny invited them--swinging the door open wider, turning his back absently momentarily.
"What do I think of roaches," Stan mimicked.
"I hate 'em," Nancy entered--having decided to have fun with the question.
"You hate the roaches," Kenny responded to Nancy (affirming).
"Who doesn't hate roaches?" Stan asked, "I mean c'mon, they're disgusting. When I see one I want to step on the thing."
"No matter how much we hate the roaches, no matter how universally disgusted we are by them, the roaches will never care if we hate them, and, do you want to know why? Kenny asked, looking back evenly between Nancy and Stan.
"You're asking me if I want to know WHY the roaches will never care if we hate them?" Stan asked looking Kenny square in the eye--feeling a little stupid for seeming to take this as seriously as Kenny was implying he should.
"What do I know about what roaches care?" Stan asked--looking over at Nancy for a second. "I don't think about 'em."
"Yeah, I mean, I don't think the roaches care about anything, Kenny," Nancy started, "I mean they're just roaches, just insects, you know?"
"No," Kenny stated, suddenly turning to address Nancy directly. "It's not that they're just bugs. It's that there are so many, many more of them than us."
Nancy and Stan were speechless at this point.
"Don't get me wrong, I hate roaches as much as anybody else," Kenny seemed to misunderstand the point of their sudden silence. "I mean, of course they're disgusting."
Stan looked over at Nancy with a smirk--determined to humor his and Nancy's way out of this conversation and this tiny apartment. Shrugging his shoulders: "Okay? So?"
"No matter how much we hate them when we see one scampering across the floor or crawling out of a gutter, no matter how disgusted we get at the sight of them--and justifiably so, of course," seeming to still be under the impression that the two of them figured he liked roaches or something. "We really only hate a tiny proportion of the actual roach population."
"What's that?" Stan re-entered.
"We only hate the roaches we actually see," Kenny said revealing the point once and for all.
"The stragglers, the outcasts, the rejects from roach society," Kenny continued.
"What are you talking about?" Stan asked, growing impatient.
"Roach society doesn't care if we hate the few roaches we see, because we don't hate the vast majority of roaches that actually exist," Kenny stated delicately--almost afraid he may lose their attention.
"We only hate the roaches we SEE," Nancy stated as if to clarify or demonstrate that she followed Kenny's reasoning, "not the vast majority of roaches that exist but are invisible to us."
"That's right--"
"Oh, geese," Stan interrupted, "what IS this?" Stan seemed to be heading toward the door. "Look, Nancy, Joey told us to come down here to take this guy out for a couple of hours--I didn't think this would be a trip to the loony bin."
"--and, what's more," Kenny seemed to be finishing a point, "what's more is that the vast majority of roaches--"
"The ones we can't see--" Nancy was fully humoring Kenny now.
"--the vast majority of roach society hates them too."
"Because?" Stan asked figuring joining briefly, very briefly in Nancy's humor.
"Because the roaches we see LEFT the majority," Kenny continued.
"Okay, this is enough, Nancy, Joey must've lost his mind or something," Stan seemed to be concluding.
"So we agree," Nancy stated.
"Nancy c'mon, enough is enough, okay? Joke's over."
"That's right," Kenny said--still in his rhetorical trance." "We're in agreement with the majority of roach society."
Stan realized he would have to wait patiently for the end of the roach chat--hoping that this was, in fact, it.
"Well, you all must think I'm nuts," Kenny came to--as though out of a trance.
"What?" Stan registered Kenny's sudden change in demeanor. "Was that a bit? That was one of your bits?"
"Yeah," Kenny admitted--looking down at the ground momentarily, returning to meet Stan's and Nancy's eyes in shared glances with an unbroken straight face.
"Joey told me you were funny; I didn't think you were THAT funny," Stan said seeming relieved. "You knew that was a bit?" Stan turned to Nancy with his hand slightly gesturing at Kenny.
"Joey told me all about this guy," Nancy said, laughing and hitting Kenny's shoulder.
"Look, I'm sorry, you two came over to do something; let's do something," Kenny said starting to get it together--lauching across the room toward the bedroom. "You two want to go get something to eat."
"Not me, I just ate," Nancy said.
"There's a bar and grill on the next block--a couple drinks?"
apprehension dialog
". . . because apprehension is a good thing and I'm all in favor of it. But it would be helpful if they were a little less apprehensive"
"less apprehensive?"
"yes, but not totally less apprehensive, just a little less"
"a little less"
"a hair's width less apprehensive. Less apprehensive, but not to the point of being perceptible. Apprehension is good. And being perceived as apprehensive is good. But if people would modify their actual apprehension to being less than total--"
"--while being perceived as total"
"--yes, that would be an improvement."
"less apprehensive?"
"yes, but not totally less apprehensive, just a little less"
"a little less"
"a hair's width less apprehensive. Less apprehensive, but not to the point of being perceptible. Apprehension is good. And being perceived as apprehensive is good. But if people would modify their actual apprehension to being less than total--"
"--while being perceived as total"
"--yes, that would be an improvement."
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