Лайт, а мне тоже нравится, не вечно же фигурировать смазливой мордашкой.
Еленка, это в комедии одной.
Вот оттуда цитата. Лайт, про шо там? Говорят, что смешно.
Next we find him in the grocery store, carrying in his arms a three pack of paper towels and a jar of mayo. He scans the directories overhead until he finds the one that he's looking for and confidently strides into the aisle. . .until he gets a good look. The aisle in question is packed with boxes and bags of all shapes and varieties. His eyes dart around the aisle at all the boxes of tampons and his fight or flight response kicks in, leaning hard on the side of flight. Priestly backs away from the aisle breathing hard.
Back in the sub shop Tish grabs up the ringing phone.
(The scene flips between Tish and wide-eyed Priestly on his cell phone)
Tish: By the Inch.
Priestly: Code blue! Code blue! Hostile territory. Aborting mission.
Tish: Who is this?
Priestly: It's Renaissance Man. I'm at the store. There are too many enemy tampons. I'm bailing.
Tish: Negative, negative. Let me vector you in, Red Ranger.
Priestly: Whose Red Ranger?
Tish: You are, moron.
Priestly: I thought I was Renaissance Man?
Tish: Do you want help or not?
Priestly: I'm scared.
Tish: Stay focused. Describe the situation.
(Priestly takes a deep breath and assesses the products)
Priestly: Okay, initial recon appears to be bag or box.
Tish: Box.
Priestly: Roger that.
(He reads some of the box labels)
Tish: Look around chest high. Do you see anything marked 'regular'?
(He picks one up marked 'Slender-Regular')
Priestly: Here's one, but it says 'slender regular'. How can something be both slender AND regular? Isn't that mutually exclusive?
(his voice is getting higher)
Tish: Priestly?
Priestly: Unless they're implying that in the mysterious underworld of fem-box, slender IS regular.
Tish: Priestly?
Priestly: But then why confuse us with the redundancy?
Tish: PRIESTLY!
Priestly: What?
Tish: Are you done?
Priestly: Maybe.
Tish: Get the slender-regular.
(Priestly looks around a little more)
Priestly: Wait, maybe I should get super pluses.
Tish: No.
(Priestly remains unconvinced and picks up the box)
Priestly: They sound, like. . .better.
Tish: Don't. They're huge.
Priestly: I thought you liked huge?
Tish: This is one area where bigger is not better.
Priestly: But shouldn't you buy all the protection you can get? It says it can handle any amount of . . .oh, God.
Tish: Priestly, listen. This isn't life insurance. If a woman needs an emergency dipstick in the ladies room of a sandwich shop--
Priestly:---okay, that's nasty---
Tish: --she just wants one that'll hold her over and until she can get home and use one of her own, based on her style preference and flow requirements.
Silence.
Priestly: Tish?
Tish: Yeah?
Priestly: You know what? That word? Flow? To guys, that's the other F-word, okay? It's gross.
Tish: Buy the slender regulars.
Priestly: Over and out. Heading back to base camp after grabbing a Slurpie.
Tish. Roger that. Over and out.
