My mom and I are sporking the hell outta this episode-
Mom (referring to Horatio): Oh my God, he's working! Me: *laughs* Mom: Usually he just stands around, doing nothing, in his black suit- Me: with his hands on his hips- Mom: and his sunglasses dangling from his hand! Me: The Shades of Justice! The Justice Shades!
On The TV: Be on the lookout for a 2007 Black Charger- Me: Hey, the perp could be Michael Westen!
Me: Is there a disease where people talk slow like that? Mom: Actually there is. Me: Really?! What's it called? Mom: Myasthenia gravis. Me: *laughs* Awesome. We've figured out what's wrong with him! Mom: Well, they actually loose the ability to speak eventually so it's really not funny. Me: We can only hope...
Mom: Why do they have to yell, "MIAMI-DADE POLICE?" Why not just, "POLICE!"? Me: *after a long pause, trying to come up with something* Just in case they don't know where they are already?
*dies* That Nicorette commercial at the beginning! Oh, that was beautiful! That quit smoking program must have some kind of success rate if the alternative is to have Horatio call you down to the station and whisper at you if you have a cigarette.
And Ryan, gosh! Whoever would have thought that you'd have to see gross stuff like broken bones when you signed up to work on crime scenes? That's a job where you never see anything icky! Though he seemed really overdosed on Nyquil tonight, so maybe that was his problem.
Also, I know there's probably a very unfunny grain of truth to this episode, but Miami's wired-up pedophiles who chat to each other on their PDAs cracks me up.
OMFG Horatio is a total fricking psycho! That wasn't badass, that was terrifying. But at least this is Horatio's coma fantasy world, so he's not too likely to get himself fired over the shitstorm of bad press for the city and the police brutality case that would actually come of a cop doing something like that.
And holy hell, it takes work to be creepier than any of the pedophiles who come to a child's house, but he managed it with whatsername at the end. "Are you...alone here? Are you...expecting a male caller? Would you... like some candy from my van, little girl?"
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Mom (referring to Horatio): Oh my God, he's working!
Me: *laughs*
Mom: Usually he just stands around, doing nothing, in his black suit-
Me: with his hands on his hips-
Mom: and his sunglasses dangling from his hand!
Me: The Shades of Justice! The Justice Shades!
On The TV: Be on the lookout for a 2007 Black Charger-
Me: Hey, the perp could be Michael Westen!
Me: Is there a disease where people talk slow like that?
Mom: Actually there is.
Me: Really?! What's it called?
Mom: Myasthenia gravis.
Me: *laughs* Awesome. We've figured out what's wrong with him!
Mom: Well, they actually loose the ability to speak eventually so it's really not funny.
Me: We can only hope...
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Mom: Why do they have to yell, "MIAMI-DADE POLICE?" Why not just, "POLICE!"?
Me: *after a long pause, trying to come up with something* Just in case they don't know where they are already?
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Me: (Horatio has stance, waiting for the pedo) DUN DUN DAAAAAA!!! It's time for shoot-out at O-K Corral!
Mom: He's got the shooter's stance!
Me: HE'S A MAD COP ON THE LOOSE!!!
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And Ryan, gosh! Whoever would have thought that you'd have to see gross stuff like broken bones when you signed up to work on crime scenes? That's a job where you never see anything icky! Though he seemed really overdosed on Nyquil tonight, so maybe that was his problem.
Also, I know there's probably a very unfunny grain of truth to this episode, but Miami's wired-up pedophiles who chat to each other on their PDAs cracks me up.
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And holy hell, it takes work to be creepier than any of the pedophiles who come to a child's house, but he managed it with whatsername at the end. "Are you...alone here? Are you...expecting a male caller? Would you... like some candy from my van, little girl?"
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I am SO glad someone else thought that. My mom and I were snickering but neither of us really would say what we were thinking. LOL
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