12/9/2006

T-E-R-R-I-F-I-C

Charlotte: Course, I don’t really EAT them, I drink their blood. I love blood.

Wilbur: [gasps] Oh, please don’t say things like that.

Charlotte: Why not? It’s true.

Wilbur: But it’s CRUEL.

Charlotte: Well, YOU can’t talk. You have YOUR meals brought to you in a pail. Nobody feeds me. I live by my wits.

But what she really wants to do is D-I-R-E-C-T.

I didn’t know she was part gremlin.

if she were grey and furry in the middle picture, i would swear she was my cat.

I genuinely want her to be a good person with a bright, creative future.

sure, why not…she’d have to put the beat down on Chad Lowe for the work, but she could take him.

Scripts

goldenfiddle