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Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine DVD commentary: Epilogue
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Epilogue
Three years later…
Toxic: Welcome to the epilogue! And wow, we handled this like an interlude and didn’t have an introductory clip. Huh. I don’t remember if we did that for Kristy and The Doctor as well. This intrigues me now.
As the rabbit leapt and took off the knight’s head, Mary Anne turned from the screen to beam at Chad. “There you go! I could call you bunny!”
T: Like any college dork, I’m a Monty Python fan, and The Holy Grail is one of the best movies ever. I think it’s a good litmus test for me to decide on if I want someone to be my friend or not. I’m not going to automatically hate people who don’t dig the Python boys but I’ll regard them with deep suspicion.
Nutmeg: I totally agree. I have a friend who's never seen Lord of the
Rings, Star Wars, Harry Potter, or anything of the sort. The only reason I
can still call her a friend is because she's seen and loves Monty Python and
the Holy Grail.
He gave her an odd look. “If that’s what you want…”
“Oh, yeah, right!” she giggled uncontrollably. “I’ll only call you that when I visit you at the office.”
“Those names are not for use in public, remember??”
T: Oh, where’s the fun in that?
“But you call me sweetheart all the time!” Mary Anne protested. “I have a reputation to protect, too! I’m a b-badass m-mofo!” She dissolved into giggles.
Chad laughed with her. “I’ve no doubt you are. Gangsta MA!”
T: Oh yeah, Mary Anne’s SO street.
N: Sesame Street maybe.
“Owww, my tummy hurts!” she exclaimed, clutching her belly as she continued to giggle.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t make fun!” With a wicked grin, Chad attacked her vulnerable belly with his tickling fingers.
Legs kicking and squealing, Mary Anne nearly fell off the couch. “Chaaaaaaaaaad!”
“Yeeeeeeees?”
“Mmmf! I… I love you?”
“Welll, I think you’re just saying that so I’ll stop.”
“It also happens to be truuuuue!” Out of desperation, she lifted her head and licked his cheek.
N: What is she? A sheepdog?
T: Nah, he’s just lickable. You know this.
Sure enough, he stopped, and with a grin pounced on her. “Ohhhh, I see how it is. Using your sexiness against me. Very devious.” He kissed her gently. “I happen to love you, too.”
“For always?”
“Or until forever ends.”
T: Gah, Nutmeg just comes up with these awesome lines sometimes that should be totally cheesy but really they’re incredibly awesome. Like this one. And the “you’re my sweetheart forever” line from a few chapters ago.
N: D'aww, thanks! *blushes*
Mary Anne smiled up at him adoringly and ran her hands down his sides… and then dug her tickling fingers in.
“Hey!” He jerked up. “What are you- I-I’m not ticklish so that’s not-” He laughed and squirmed around.
She giggled wickedly. “Payback!”
“How’d we even g-get started on this t-tickling business?”
Taking pity on him, she stopped and gave him a look. “How does it always start?”
“Uh, you say something that sets me off in a tickling rage?” he said, looking sheepish.
Mary Anne sighed and flopped backwards. “Now I’m tired.”
“Too tired for post-tickling sex?” Chad flopped the other way, reaching out a hand to trace her kneecap lightly.
“Yeah, probably.” Mary Anne hid her tiny little smirk.
“Well, you know what we could always do, don’t you?” He grinned like he was a genius. “Sleepytime sex.”
T: One interlude ended up being completely devoted to sleepytime sex because Nutmeg demanded it. She’s so mean sometimes. *cries pitifully*
N: Oh like it hurt you to write it! Pfft, please. You were allllllll
about it too!
T: Well, no I guess it didn’t hurt me TOO bad. ;)
She smiled dreamily. “I like sleepytime sex with you. It’s like… sunlight.” She frowned. “Or something.”
He chuckled. “Are you sure it’s not like moonbeams?” He yawned. “Whaddya say? Sleepytime sex?”
“Too warm to be moonbeams.” Mary Anne rolled to her side. “I don’t think I’m quite sleepy enough for sleepytime sex.”
T: This was a little too River Tam-y right here.
“Aww, too tired for normal sex, not tired enough for sleepytime sex. I can’t win.” Chad pouted.
Mary Anne giggled, having had her fun with him. “If we have normal sex, can I be on top?”
Her perked up. “Do you have to ask?”
His eagerness made her laugh some more. “Okay, but first we should pick this place up. Dawn’s going to come back and throw a fit if she sees everything scattered around here.”
T: I think Dawn was really organized in the books, in contrast to her scatter-brained mother. Though the descriptions of how zany her mom is makes me wonder. I mean, putting the ice cream in one of the cupboards and putting sneakers in the fridge’s salad bin? Sounds more like she has a brain tumor.
N: I dunno. I thought she made fun of Richard for organizing things.
Maybe Dawn was sloppy too? The world may never know...
T: What, we’re looking for consistent characterization in the BSC series? Say it ain’t so!
Practically leaping out of his spot, Chad started to gather up his briefcase and the papers that had slid out of it when he’d dropped it suddenly many hours earlier. He heaved up Mary Anne’s backpack and took it to her room as she picked up his jacket from where he’d discarded it on the floor.
A small, velvet box fell out of the pocket.
Mary Anne gasped loudly.
“What? What’s wrong?” Chad walked back into the living room, looking concerned.
“Something just fell out of your pocket is all.”
He blanched. “Oh, right, it’s uh… a ring of mine I wanted re-sized.”
T: *face palm*
Mary Anne felt her heart break and her shoulders slumped with disappointment. “Oh.” She slipped it back into his pocket.
Chad went to her side and pulled the box back out. “Um, look, I was gonna wait until we went out to dinner to do this, but seeing as how I already ruined the moment…” He lowered himself to one knee. “Mary Anne, ever since we went out on our first non-disastrous date, I’ve been asking myself if you were the woman I could spend the rest of my life with. And now I know the answer’s yes. The question is, do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He opened the box and looked up at her hopefully. “Will you marry me?”
T: How badly would we have gotten our asses kicked if she’d said “Naaaaaaaah. You’re way too high maintenance.”
N: Pretty damn bad. *imagines Guinny sharpening an axe* Ouch. She
always threatens us. :( *wibbles*
Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, yes, Chad, I’ll marry you!” She laughed as her tears fell. “I’m sorry I found the ring early; did you have a big surprise planned?”
“Well, there was the seven course meal and all that, but it’s okay. I’m glad I didn’t wait to ask.”
T: Seven course meal? How much does Chad make a year?
N: Eleventy billion dollars and seventeen cents.
Mary Anne giggled and took the box to get a good look at her pretty ring.
“Do you like it?” Chad asked, smiling at her awed expression.
T: “Um, see, here’s the thing… you know that movie Blood Diamond?”
“It’s so beautiful. It’s more than I ever hoped for.”
“Well, you deserve the best.”
“Will you put it on me?”
“Of course I will.” He slipped it on her finger. “You look beautiful in it. But you always look beautiful.”
T: This line always reminds me of that one South Park episode where this couple’s at Stark’s Pond and the girl keeps saying how beautiful everything is and the guy keeps saying, “Not as beautiful as you!” Then a herd of turkeys kill them.
N: *gigglesnorts* And he said it in this really lame voice too. "Not
as beautiful as--" GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE DEATH!
Rolling her eyes, she gave his shoulder a gentle swat, eliciting a pout from him. “What? I meant it.”
She cupped his chin and tilted his face up to hers. “I know. I love you.”
“Well, I love you, too.” He kissed her gently.
Just then the front door opened, revealing Dawn and her boyfriend Kevin. “Uh oh, I think we’re interrupting something,” Dawn said, only half-kidding.
T: And here we set up the next story, Wanna Get It On, Dawn? Kind of the way Nancy Drew and Sweet Valley Twin books did. The BSC didn’t really do that, though, but I remember one of the girls making some sneering comment about that when Claudia said she just had about three more pages to go in her Nancy Drew book. “Nothing happens; they just set up what the next book will be about.” Which I thought was pretty rich considering the first three chapters of any BSC book is unbearable to get through since it rehashes every single plot point ever. I remember when I was nine I got so annoyed with this that I opened up book after book to compare and it was the exact same text explaining the damn Kid Kits and how Kristy came up with the idea for the club. And this is annoying me right now by even thinking about it. It’s nice to see I’ve grown as a person.
N: *raises eyebrow* Annnnyways... we introduced Kevin in this part.
I'd been thinking about it and decided that Dawn needed to find herself an
awesome guy too. And thinking of Adam Baldwin characters led to thinking of
Nathan Fillion characters and I picked Kevin from LOST. He was the
sweetest husband ever, and he got his heart stomped on by Kate, so I thought
he'd be perfect for our laid-back, casual cool Dawn, who'd never drug him
and run off, nope nope!
Mary Anne beamed and held up her hand. “I’m engaged!”
Dawn squealed and the two sisters ran at each other, talking a mile a minute and cooing over the ring. Chad and Kevin nodded at each other.
“Congratulations,” Kevin said.
Chad grinned widely then put on a casual expression. “Thanks.”
After a few minutes, Mary Anne went back to Chad and tugged on his hand. “There was something we wanted to get started on, right?”
“Oh yes there was. I’m glad I have you around to remind me of these important things.”
T: For some reason now I’m picturing their married life together full of sticky notes reminding him to do the simplest of things. “When you’re done using a dish, rinse it off and put it in the sink! I mean it! You’re a slob! Love, Mary Anne.”.
She crooked her finger and he followed her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Dawn raised her eyebrows at Kevin. “Actually, we should probably go over to your place.”
T: The End! Thanks for reading the commentaries and I hope you enjoyed them. I’m not sure how informative they were and once in awhile we sort of slipped into MST3K mode but… oh well. We had fun. Bye!
N: Yup, I really enjoyed doing this too! And I loved MST3King it! ;)
It's nifty to poke fun at our characters, lines we wrote, etc. Bye
guys!
Disclaimer and explanation for this story can be found here
Previous commentaries: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Six Chapter Ten
Three years later…
Toxic: Welcome to the epilogue! And wow, we handled this like an interlude and didn’t have an introductory clip. Huh. I don’t remember if we did that for Kristy and The Doctor as well. This intrigues me now.
As the rabbit leapt and took off the knight’s head, Mary Anne turned from the screen to beam at Chad. “There you go! I could call you bunny!”
T: Like any college dork, I’m a Monty Python fan, and The Holy Grail is one of the best movies ever. I think it’s a good litmus test for me to decide on if I want someone to be my friend or not. I’m not going to automatically hate people who don’t dig the Python boys but I’ll regard them with deep suspicion.
Nutmeg: I totally agree. I have a friend who's never seen Lord of the
Rings, Star Wars, Harry Potter, or anything of the sort. The only reason I
can still call her a friend is because she's seen and loves Monty Python and
the Holy Grail.
He gave her an odd look. “If that’s what you want…”
“Oh, yeah, right!” she giggled uncontrollably. “I’ll only call you that when I visit you at the office.”
“Those names are not for use in public, remember??”
T: Oh, where’s the fun in that?
“But you call me sweetheart all the time!” Mary Anne protested. “I have a reputation to protect, too! I’m a b-badass m-mofo!” She dissolved into giggles.
Chad laughed with her. “I’ve no doubt you are. Gangsta MA!”
T: Oh yeah, Mary Anne’s SO street.
N: Sesame Street maybe.
“Owww, my tummy hurts!” she exclaimed, clutching her belly as she continued to giggle.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t make fun!” With a wicked grin, Chad attacked her vulnerable belly with his tickling fingers.
Legs kicking and squealing, Mary Anne nearly fell off the couch. “Chaaaaaaaaaad!”
“Yeeeeeeees?”
“Mmmf! I… I love you?”
“Welll, I think you’re just saying that so I’ll stop.”
“It also happens to be truuuuue!” Out of desperation, she lifted her head and licked his cheek.
N: What is she? A sheepdog?
T: Nah, he’s just lickable. You know this.
Sure enough, he stopped, and with a grin pounced on her. “Ohhhh, I see how it is. Using your sexiness against me. Very devious.” He kissed her gently. “I happen to love you, too.”
“For always?”
“Or until forever ends.”
T: Gah, Nutmeg just comes up with these awesome lines sometimes that should be totally cheesy but really they’re incredibly awesome. Like this one. And the “you’re my sweetheart forever” line from a few chapters ago.
N: D'aww, thanks! *blushes*
Mary Anne smiled up at him adoringly and ran her hands down his sides… and then dug her tickling fingers in.
“Hey!” He jerked up. “What are you- I-I’m not ticklish so that’s not-” He laughed and squirmed around.
She giggled wickedly. “Payback!”
“How’d we even g-get started on this t-tickling business?”
Taking pity on him, she stopped and gave him a look. “How does it always start?”
“Uh, you say something that sets me off in a tickling rage?” he said, looking sheepish.
Mary Anne sighed and flopped backwards. “Now I’m tired.”
“Too tired for post-tickling sex?” Chad flopped the other way, reaching out a hand to trace her kneecap lightly.
“Yeah, probably.” Mary Anne hid her tiny little smirk.
“Well, you know what we could always do, don’t you?” He grinned like he was a genius. “Sleepytime sex.”
T: One interlude ended up being completely devoted to sleepytime sex because Nutmeg demanded it. She’s so mean sometimes. *cries pitifully*
N: Oh like it hurt you to write it! Pfft, please. You were allllllll
about it too!
T: Well, no I guess it didn’t hurt me TOO bad. ;)
She smiled dreamily. “I like sleepytime sex with you. It’s like… sunlight.” She frowned. “Or something.”
He chuckled. “Are you sure it’s not like moonbeams?” He yawned. “Whaddya say? Sleepytime sex?”
“Too warm to be moonbeams.” Mary Anne rolled to her side. “I don’t think I’m quite sleepy enough for sleepytime sex.”
T: This was a little too River Tam-y right here.
“Aww, too tired for normal sex, not tired enough for sleepytime sex. I can’t win.” Chad pouted.
Mary Anne giggled, having had her fun with him. “If we have normal sex, can I be on top?”
Her perked up. “Do you have to ask?”
His eagerness made her laugh some more. “Okay, but first we should pick this place up. Dawn’s going to come back and throw a fit if she sees everything scattered around here.”
T: I think Dawn was really organized in the books, in contrast to her scatter-brained mother. Though the descriptions of how zany her mom is makes me wonder. I mean, putting the ice cream in one of the cupboards and putting sneakers in the fridge’s salad bin? Sounds more like she has a brain tumor.
N: I dunno. I thought she made fun of Richard for organizing things.
Maybe Dawn was sloppy too? The world may never know...
T: What, we’re looking for consistent characterization in the BSC series? Say it ain’t so!
Practically leaping out of his spot, Chad started to gather up his briefcase and the papers that had slid out of it when he’d dropped it suddenly many hours earlier. He heaved up Mary Anne’s backpack and took it to her room as she picked up his jacket from where he’d discarded it on the floor.
A small, velvet box fell out of the pocket.
Mary Anne gasped loudly.
“What? What’s wrong?” Chad walked back into the living room, looking concerned.
“Something just fell out of your pocket is all.”
He blanched. “Oh, right, it’s uh… a ring of mine I wanted re-sized.”
T: *face palm*
Mary Anne felt her heart break and her shoulders slumped with disappointment. “Oh.” She slipped it back into his pocket.
Chad went to her side and pulled the box back out. “Um, look, I was gonna wait until we went out to dinner to do this, but seeing as how I already ruined the moment…” He lowered himself to one knee. “Mary Anne, ever since we went out on our first non-disastrous date, I’ve been asking myself if you were the woman I could spend the rest of my life with. And now I know the answer’s yes. The question is, do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He opened the box and looked up at her hopefully. “Will you marry me?”
T: How badly would we have gotten our asses kicked if she’d said “Naaaaaaaah. You’re way too high maintenance.”
N: Pretty damn bad. *imagines Guinny sharpening an axe* Ouch. She
always threatens us. :( *wibbles*
Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, yes, Chad, I’ll marry you!” She laughed as her tears fell. “I’m sorry I found the ring early; did you have a big surprise planned?”
“Well, there was the seven course meal and all that, but it’s okay. I’m glad I didn’t wait to ask.”
T: Seven course meal? How much does Chad make a year?
N: Eleventy billion dollars and seventeen cents.
Mary Anne giggled and took the box to get a good look at her pretty ring.
“Do you like it?” Chad asked, smiling at her awed expression.
T: “Um, see, here’s the thing… you know that movie Blood Diamond?”
“It’s so beautiful. It’s more than I ever hoped for.”
“Well, you deserve the best.”
“Will you put it on me?”
“Of course I will.” He slipped it on her finger. “You look beautiful in it. But you always look beautiful.”
T: This line always reminds me of that one South Park episode where this couple’s at Stark’s Pond and the girl keeps saying how beautiful everything is and the guy keeps saying, “Not as beautiful as you!” Then a herd of turkeys kill them.
N: *gigglesnorts* And he said it in this really lame voice too. "Not
as beautiful as--" GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE DEATH!
Rolling her eyes, she gave his shoulder a gentle swat, eliciting a pout from him. “What? I meant it.”
She cupped his chin and tilted his face up to hers. “I know. I love you.”
“Well, I love you, too.” He kissed her gently.
Just then the front door opened, revealing Dawn and her boyfriend Kevin. “Uh oh, I think we’re interrupting something,” Dawn said, only half-kidding.
T: And here we set up the next story, Wanna Get It On, Dawn? Kind of the way Nancy Drew and Sweet Valley Twin books did. The BSC didn’t really do that, though, but I remember one of the girls making some sneering comment about that when Claudia said she just had about three more pages to go in her Nancy Drew book. “Nothing happens; they just set up what the next book will be about.” Which I thought was pretty rich considering the first three chapters of any BSC book is unbearable to get through since it rehashes every single plot point ever. I remember when I was nine I got so annoyed with this that I opened up book after book to compare and it was the exact same text explaining the damn Kid Kits and how Kristy came up with the idea for the club. And this is annoying me right now by even thinking about it. It’s nice to see I’ve grown as a person.
N: *raises eyebrow* Annnnyways... we introduced Kevin in this part.
I'd been thinking about it and decided that Dawn needed to find herself an
awesome guy too. And thinking of Adam Baldwin characters led to thinking of
Nathan Fillion characters and I picked Kevin from LOST. He was the
sweetest husband ever, and he got his heart stomped on by Kate, so I thought
he'd be perfect for our laid-back, casual cool Dawn, who'd never drug him
and run off, nope nope!
Mary Anne beamed and held up her hand. “I’m engaged!”
Dawn squealed and the two sisters ran at each other, talking a mile a minute and cooing over the ring. Chad and Kevin nodded at each other.
“Congratulations,” Kevin said.
Chad grinned widely then put on a casual expression. “Thanks.”
After a few minutes, Mary Anne went back to Chad and tugged on his hand. “There was something we wanted to get started on, right?”
“Oh yes there was. I’m glad I have you around to remind me of these important things.”
T: For some reason now I’m picturing their married life together full of sticky notes reminding him to do the simplest of things. “When you’re done using a dish, rinse it off and put it in the sink! I mean it! You’re a slob! Love, Mary Anne.”.
She crooked her finger and he followed her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Dawn raised her eyebrows at Kevin. “Actually, we should probably go over to your place.”
T: The End! Thanks for reading the commentaries and I hope you enjoyed them. I’m not sure how informative they were and once in awhile we sort of slipped into MST3K mode but… oh well. We had fun. Bye!
N: Yup, I really enjoyed doing this too! And I loved MST3King it! ;)
It's nifty to poke fun at our characters, lines we wrote, etc. Bye
guys!