Filming has become a defense mechanism in this house. Stuart has taken to filming us somewhat stealthily, hushing us to not talk addressing him or to look at the camera because it would ruin the filming process. He films Jill as she works on her thesis. She gets scared and runs upstairs, exclaiming, "the hunter has become the hunted!" And pulls out her phone to film him filming her, but is too late.
Then Stuart says something that I didn't catch.
Jill: What? Get off my computer!
Stuart: I'm not on your computer. If I was on your computer it'd be broken.
Jo, getting antsy because Stuart is supposed to drive him to Joe's house.
Stuart: Jo, one second please. I gotta get my shit together.
Jo: Yup, you sure do.
Jill, upon entering Stuart's room: It smells funky in here.
Stuart: It smells good, girl! Here look I'll open my window for your olfactory pleasure.
Jill: That's not your chosen vessel.
Stuart: Shut up.
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