Moving Cribs
Bree: Uh, Kat? Can I stay with you for a while?
Kat; Sure, how come?
Bree: Well basically my parents are moving in with my aunt until our house is built and I’m not staying with 6 little bratty boys.
Kat: I don’t blame you, sure you can stay with me, but I’m warning you now, Marc is home and he is a pain in the butt, if you know what I mean…
Bree: Sure, I can handle that flab of meat anytime!
[At Kat’s house that night]
Marc: Hey Bree-Bree.
Bree: Don’t call me that. Marc-E-Marc
Marc: Oh! That hurt [wails like a girl and laughs]
Bree: Marc, Just go home.
Marc: For the next few days this is home sweets.
Kat: Hey guys!
Marc; Hey Kitty Kat how are you. [puts arm around Bree and Kat] remember the first time I met you…the memories
Bree: that’s is, I’m not living here bye.
[At Dan and Abs Apartment]
Abs: I so love our new crib and look! I got us a blender!
Dan: [talks like a girl and waves his hand] Oh honey you shouldn’t have!
Abs: Very Pal.
Dan: New everything…Your little…[rubs his chin] little things coming in quiet nicely
Abs: Yeah? And your whole "Greasy, long hair" is…in
Dan: Is your cousin coming?
Abs: Soon Dan…very soon. I can’t wait to hear his songs he’s written for us.
[doorbell]
Dan: I got it, It’s the pizza dude, and you’re paying Abs.
Abs: I’m broke and I bought the blender.
Dan: I’m broke too. [opens door] Bree?
Abs: Bree? Is it Kat are you alright?
Bree: What? Can’t a girl drop buy a friends house to say hi?
Dan: What you want?
Bree: [walks in] ok, I need a place to stay.
Dan: Bree? We’re broke.. we can’t buy all that hunky junk you need.
Bree: Excuse me, but I am aware that I have MORE money than you do..
Abs: [winks at Dan] Mi casa es su casa!
Dan: Ok…but your buying the pizza.
[next day]
[Abs and Dan are sitting on the couch watching cartoons, eating cereal, in their boxers.]
Bree: [walks in] ew! ew! Put on some clothes
Abs: Girl, It ain’t nutin you haven’t already seen!
Dan: Uh…man I think she hasn’t.
Bree: [throws a towel at them] Dan is right….
Abs: My house and I want to be boxered.
Dan: Hey look [points to the T.V] its popie the sailor man! Toot! Toot! [laughs and spills cereal]
Bree: Dan? Don’t make a mess, clean it up.
Dan: Breeeeeee- Do I have to?
Abs: Bree? Don’t make him wine.
Bree: You two are slobs.
Abs: We’re men, duh!
Bree: I’m going to find a hotel or something. Maybe when Skeeter gets out of Jail…
Abs: Bree! Don’t stay…we’ll get jobs.
Dan: We?
Abs: I’ll put on a shirt….
Bree: Ok….And clean this dump up.