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Isn't that why we installed the hidden cameras in the Bathroom?

gonk You didn't tell me that we were appealing to scat and waterworks people!!

Your sig still makes me squeal everytime, Ginn. xD

And I meant to type Bedroom, but I ahve to pee, so my brain got ahead of me. xD

That sig is beautiful >w>


Also I KNEW about the ones in the bedroom.

Our bathroom got closed because one of the boys PAUNCHED the sink in half, and I don't wanna go down a floor and then all the way across wings. D<

I have 12 hours to memorize this:




JIMMY: You haven't changed your mind?

ANNABELLE: No. . . .

JIMMY: Er--good.

ANNABELLE: But--

JIMMY: Yes--?

ANNABELLE: I got to wondering. . . . (She drifts to the easy chair in front of the fire.)

JIMMY: Wondering . . . about what? (He looks at his watch.)

ANNABELLE: About love. . . .

JIMMY: Well . . . (He lights a cigarette)--it's a subject that can stand a good deal of wondering about. I've wondered about it myself.

ANNABELLE: That's just it--you speak so cynically about it. I don't believe you're in love with me at all!

JIMMY: Nonsense! Of course I'm in love with you.

ANNABELLE: (sadly) No you're not.

JIMMY: (angrily) But I tell you I am!

ANNABELLE: No. . . .

JIMMY: Foolish child!

ANNABELLE: Well, let's not quarrel about it. We'll talk about something else.

JIMMY: (vehemently) What do you suppose this insanity is if it is not love? What do you imagine leads me to this preposterous escapade, if not that preposterous passion?

ANNABELLE: That isn't the way I love you.

JIMMY: Then why do you come with me?

ANNABELLE: Perhaps I'm not coming.

JIMMY: Yes you are. It's foolish--mad--wicked--but you're coming. (She begins to cry softly.) If not--ten minutes away is safety and peace and comfort. Shall I call a taxi for you? (She shakes her head.) No, I thought not. Oh, it's love all right. . . . Antony and Cleopatra defying the Mann Act! Romance! Beauty! Adventure! How can you doubt it?

ANNABELLE: I hate you!

JIMMY: (cheerfully) I don't mind. (Smiling) I rather hate you myself. And that's the final proof that this is love.

ANNABELLE: (sobbing) I thought love was something quite--different!

JIMMY: You thought it was beautiful. It isn't. It's just blithering, blathering folly. We'll both regret it tomorrow.

ANNABELLE: I Won't!

JIMMY: Yes you will. It's human nature. Face the facts.

ANNABELLE: (tearfully) Facing the facts is one thing and being in love is another.

JIMMY: Quite so. Well, how long do you think your love for me will last?

ANNABELLE: For ever!

JIMMY: H'm! I predict that you will fall in love with the next man you meet.

ANNABELLE: I think you're perfectly horrid.

JIMMY: So do I. I disapprove of myself violently. I'm a doddering lunatic, incapable of thinking of anything but you. I can't work. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I'm no use to the world. I'm not a man, I'm a mess. I'm about to do something silly because I can't do anything else.

ANNABELLE: (pouting) You've no respect for me.

JIMMY: None whatever. I love you. And I'm going to carry you off.

ANNABELLE: You're a brute.

JIMMY: Absolutely. I'd advise you to go straight home.

ANNABELLE: (defiantly) Perhaps I shall!

JIMMY: Then go quick. (He takes out his watch.) In one minute, if you are still here, I shall pick you up and carry you off to South America.--Quick! there's the door!

If the door wasn't locked I'd show you.