The Chumscrubber behind the scenes gags
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Adelbert 2022-03-25 09:01:23
What a fucking day. The chest is tight and I want to vomit. I watched a good movie today, and I laughed so hard at the end, I am so happy, the reality is a dick, and no one can get rid of it.
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Haylee 2022-03-21 09:03:31
I didn't really understand what was going on at first. . . I think the performance may not be quite right. . .
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Dean Stiffle: ...It's just a beer, mom.
Mrs. Stiffle: You don't have to explain yourself to me Dean, I trust you... I wonder what that'd be like. If we could just switch roles - You could be the parent, and I would be the child, and you could tell me what to do and I would listen to you, and I would trust you...
Dean Stiffle: Are you okay, mom?
[pauses]
Mrs. Stiffle: I'm supposed to be making a casserole right now for Troy's memorial service... I don't know what's wrong with me. My basic energy level has just been noticeably low, lately.
[Mrs. Stiffle starts to laugh]
Dean Stiffle: Mom, I'm sorry... I have to go.
Mrs. Stiffle: No, do not explain yourself to me Dean, I told you not to do that.
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Mrs. Johnson: Hello, Allie!
Mrs. Stiffle: Carrie... hi! How are you?
Mrs. Johnson: Am I interrupting?
Mrs. Stiffle: No, come in. I'm just in the middle of making dinner - would you like a glass of wine?
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, well I left the car running. I just wanted to come back and return your dish and say thank you. It has been such a relief to not have to cook lately, everyone has been *so* nice.
Mrs. Stiffle: [Carrie holds the dish out for Allie to take] ... Oh.
Mrs. Johnson: What?
Mrs. Stiffle: This dish...
Mrs. Johnson: Oh! Oh my God - Is this not the right one? Oh, I got so many, I mean... I've been jotting around all night returning them. Like I said, everyone has been so nice.
Mrs. Stiffle: ...I don't believe I brought over a casserole.
Mrs. Stiffle: [Runs to go check on the dinner] Could you hang on just one second, Carrie.
Mrs. Johnson: [Carrie follows Allie from the doorway to the kitchen] Allie, am I making a mistake here?
Mrs. Stiffle: Bill and I were meaning to come over, Carrie, really. You just get so busy.
Mrs. Johnson: No, but I'm certain. I mean, you came over. We had coffee. We talked. Right? Or am I... just imagining all of this? Is that what I'm doing here, am I just imagining all of it?
Mrs. Stiffle: ...I'm sorry Carrie. We just get so busy sometimes.
Mrs. Johnson: [Starts to back away out of the kitchen and back to the doorway] I'm so embarrassed... I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, here you are preparing a nice family dinner, and I just come in and interrupt everything with no reason at all!
Mrs. Stiffle: [Follows Carrie to the doorway] Carrie, why don't you stay for dinner?
Mrs. Johnson: I really can't. I have so many dishes to return, tonight. Everyone has been so *unbelievably* nice! So we'll see you on Sunday, Allie?
Mrs. Stiffle: Sunday?
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, don't tell me that I forgot your invitation, too!... Troy's memorial. It's this Sunday.
Mrs. Stiffle: Of course Carrie, right. We're looking forward. We'll be there.
Mrs. Johnson: Oh. And I... I wanted to let you know, just in case you were wondering...
Mrs. Stiffle: Yes?
Mrs. Johnson: In no way, whatsoever, do I blame you for Troy's death.
Mrs. Johnson: [Hands Allie the dish and walks out] Goodnight!