"What? No, I did not take the cookies from the cookie jar. I defy you to prove that. There's no way you can prove that. How do I know you didn't take them, Mom? Can you, can you answer me that? [removes hand from behind back to point at her accusingly, revealing brown-stained fingers] I said, can you answer me that? No, you can't. You can't. What? No, this isn't chocolate. I was... it's not chocolate. Oh, okay, fine, every time somebody's hands are a little dirty, it must be chocolate. Is that how you want to twist things around? Go ahead. Come on, Mom, you're better than this."
(Click here to see what I'm babbling about)Posted by Jim Treacher at February 16, 2006 11:20 AM