Sunday, January 23, 2005

Cynthia, on her way to bed:

[in a strange booming voice]: "Well, ladies...it was nice bein' with ya. [in her normal voice, somewhat sadly] I can't do it...sound like that guy. James Earl Jones? No, the other guy. Indiana Jones? He's sort of grizzly."

Christie, helpfully: "Grizzly Jones?"

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