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Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
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There should be a show called “You’ll Never Find Out” where each week there’s a new story with a new set of characters and it always ends on a cliffhanger.
Well hello there satan
NO BUT THEN IN THE SEASON FINALE THEY HAVE LIKE 3 MINUTE SPOTS TO SHOW THE CONCLUSIONS FOR ALL THE STORIES
AND PLOT TWIST: All those unconnected stories? They connect like puzzle pieces in the end.
SOMEBODY MAKE THIS HAPPEN
I am going to need this to happen…
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| (A gay couple has just met up in the restaurant and kissed each other upon arrival. Another customer has seen this and is obviously angry.) | |
| Angry Customer: | “Damn f**s.” |
| Gay Man: | “Excuse me?” |
| Angry Customer: | “You heard me, you little s***. Let’s not make this into some little pride protest, okay? I have to accept that you’re going to live your lifestyle, and you have to accept that I’ve got freedom of speech.” |
| Gay Man: | *quietly* “Is it too much to ask for a little human decency?” |
| Angry Customer: | “Human? Listen up, what you’re doing is not human. I think I have the right to determine what I think is human.” |
| (The manager shows up. He’s a quiet Italian man who I assume is conservative due to the Christian imagery and portrait of Reagan he keeps around the restaurant.) | |
| Angry Customer: | *to the owner* “Hey, can you move either them or us to another table?” |
| (Instead of responding to the angry customer, the owner instead speaks to his wife.) | |
| Owner: | “I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a strict ‘no pets’ policy in my restaurant.” |
| Wife: | “Uh, I, uh, what? I don’t have a—” |
| Owner: | “Well, according to your talking monkey over here, I can determine who’s a human and who’s not. You bring an animal into my restaurant; I gotta assume it’s your pet.” |
| (The angry customer storms out. When I left, the owner was giving his description, and copies of security camera footage, to the biggest crowd of police I’ve seen. Apparently it’s a bad idea to not pay your bill at a restaurant that gives free coffee to cops.) |
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