Monday, August 13, 2007

Get Girls Through the Power of Prestidigitation!

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It doesn't work if you're not holding the mystic hypno-coin, Iron Man. Sheesh! Don't they have Charlton Comics where you live?

And from what I can glean of Marianne's hysterical speech, she's finally gotten around to reading the script.
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6 comments:

Bill S. said...

He's really just reaching up to give her tits a squeeze. Is she crying or does she just have some schmutz on her face?

5:38 AM
Siskoid said...

So is his speech slurred, or did they misspell "Marianne"?

5:56 AM
Jeremy Rizza said...

Bill S.: I think she got some of the noir from the plane's interior on her. Also, check it! The back of Iron Man's helmet is wrinkled! That's why I always dry-clean my helmets instead of just throwing them in the washer.

Siskoid: Probably both. I mean, it's not like this script has been touched by an editor.

6:07 AM
Bill S. said...

Maybe he was just rolling his r's.

11:08 AM
Anonymous said...

Or trying to sneak in extra dialogue, since Marianne has pretty much suffocated the panel in her blather.

And once again, editorial commentary slips onto the page. "I don't understand...any of this!" Tell it, Gerry!

12:51 PM
Jeremy Rizza said...

Bill S.: Ah, he was using a Spanish accent! Well, it is a "romance language."

Anonymous: Yup, there wasn't much room left for dialog. Although he maybe could have thrown in a "presto" or an "ala peanut butter sandwiches."

6:58 AM

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