I’m writing a new sitcom pilot.
Oh, yeah? Tell me about it.
Dr. Phil McGraw quits psychiatry and decides to run a garbage dump. I call it Land-Phil.
Frankly, the whole premise sounds like a pile of junk.
What are you doing?
Writing a TV pilot.
Eagles’ guitarist Glenn Frey moves to Paris and teaches them to rock. I call it French Frey!
Glenn Frey died, like, seven months ago.
Why do you ruin everything?
What are you watching?
A sci-fi dental hygiene film.
Guy goes back to 1955 and has to make sure his parents floss and prevent timeline-disrupting cavities and gum disease.
It’s called Plaque to the Future!
Hey Mu, come look at this.
We have bed bugs!
Fu, you look awful!
Didn’t sleep well.
Dreamt I was at the taping of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, and the guy who played the anchorman tried to kill me.
Wow, what a Ted Knight-mare!
The horror… the horror…
Infants falling from the sky…
Whatevs. The storks caught them before they hit the ground.
You’ve just never been to a baby shower before.
Okay, I’ll tell him.
Why is there a large boat outside waiting to take you to the prince’s ball?
Oh, that’s my ferry godmother!
Today’s book club selection is Flan of Clean Tables, a — what is that?!
Well Mu, I finally realized that the only way out of your book club…
…was to get a book club of my own!
Book club adjourned!