[Elfsea] FW: Queer Eye For...
kristid2001 at yahoo.com
Sat Dec 20 07:34:40 PST 2003
Wow! And can you just imagine the Fab 5 walking into your typical SCA event? Carson would fall over in a dead faint, Kyan would run screaming, Thom would just stand there with his mouth hanging open, Ted would be take one look at the kitchen and realize he was hopelessly outclassed, and- at the right event- Jai would never make it off of the dance floor alive!
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Subject: Queer Eye For...
THOM: Ohhhh-kay. For the record, you can make a coffee table out of almost anything: a door, an ottoman, old steamer trunks. You cannot make a coffee table out of stacks of porn videos.
MULDER: Thats not a coffee table. Its just -- convenient.
TED : Guys, do NOT sit on the sofa. (Thom quickly begins covering the sofa in Saran Wrap.)
MULDER: Probably wise.
CARSON: Lets talk about this closet. Im not seeing anything too scary here. Thats because Im only seeing one thing here. Tell me, Fox -- GREAT name -- what do you wear to work?
MULDER: Dark suit, conservative tie.
CARSON: What do you wear when you go out in the evenings?
MULDER: Like to meet informants? Dark suit, conservative tie.
CARSON: And for a date?
THOM: The rest of the apartment is like some Soviet décor gulag -- but the bedroom is fantastic! Who did this for you? Because, lets face it, you didnt do this yourself.
MULDER: Kind of a weird story, really --
KYAN: Okay. You have chosen to wear your hair this way because -- why?
BLAIR: I dont know. Its always been curly. Its this or white mans fro.
CARSON (sotto voce): And this is NOT white mans fro?
KYAN: Dont get me wrong; I salute you for avoiding the fro option. But you cant just give up. You have to say, Im willing to fight this. Im READY to fight this.
BLAIR: I didnt think it was that bad.
KYAN: Science makes bold leaps forward in hair-care every day, Blair. Waxes. Spray starches. Japanese thermal straightening. We have the technology.
...Captain Jack Sparrow:
CARSON: Okay, this is your normal everyday look? This isnt, like, terror drag?
JACK: Oh, this old thing. (Holds out the sleeves of his coat, tosses his hair.)
CARSON: Well, the good side is, youre not afraid to take chances. We can work with that.
TED: Come and take a look at the bar. Weve tried to provide a little more variety, a little more finesse -- some top-brand vodka for mixers, a nice brandy --
JACK: Where is the rum?
TED: Rum -- you know, rums nice in a pina colada or something like that, but its a little downscale, and if youll just consider --
JACK (pulls out musket): Well be putting the rum back, mate.
TED: And the rum goes back.
KYAN: Looks like Im sitting this one out.
THOM: The stained glass, the statues -- I feel like Im visiting a museum, not hanging out at a friends house.
LEX: I dont like my possessions stored away in vaults. Wealth isnt real unless you can see it. Unless you can feel it.
JAI (stares long and hard): Are you SURE you belong on this show?
CARSON (sticks his head in from the hallway): This mans closet is FULL of silk shirts in soft pastels and deep purple.
LEX: Okay. Maybe not.
KYAN: Most guys with long hair dont put in the time to condition properly, but you have, which is kind of the saving grace here.
LEGOLAS: Elves have no split ends. Our hair is, like the rest of our bodies, perfect and unchanging.
KYAN: Well, its past time for changing, because this look hasnt been in since -- well, ever.
CARSON: Also, when you combine it with this outfit youve got going? The overall effect is very Cathy Rigby as Peter Pan. Not sexy.
JAI (gestures toward the windows, which are lined with screaming girls, all clawing at the glass): Im not sure this guy has a big problem with that.
The FAB FIVE stare.
KYAN: He uses product.
CARSON: The jacket, the pants, the shirt -- it all works.
THOM: Why are you even here?
ANGEL: Cordelia made me. She wants your autographs.
KYAN: Its like hes the One Straight Man foretold by prophecy.
ANGEL (grimaces): Please, no prophecies.
CARSON: For the first and only time, Im going to say it -- Dont change a thing.
ANGEL: Can I go now?
JAI: Okay, I feel like youre giving off really hostile vibes. What is the image youre presenting to the world? What are you trying to communicate?
MAGNETO: That humanitys time is over, and that they will soon be crushed under my heel.
JAI: Negative, negative energy. Youd be a lot happier if youd try something just a little lighter, a little more colorful. And so I thought wed start with your name. "Magneto" -- so harsh, and frankly, it sounds like youre trying just a bit too hard.
MAGNETO: I no longer wish to be known by my human name.
JAI: I get that. So I just want to show you -- we switch two letters around, and we get something so much brighter: "Magento."
MAGNETO: Im going to have to kill you all now.
CARSON: Not before you explain this helmet.
KYAN: This hair -- this is not good. When did you last wash this?
SNAPE: I have more important matters to attend to than hairstyles, frivolous fool.
CARSON: Starting with the wardrobe choices. Green is not your color.
KYAN: You're a potions master, right? You can whip up a little Selsun Blue sometime. Try it.
SNAPE (smiles wickedly>: I did put together -- this.
The Fab Five stares at the bubbling cauldron.
TED: That is the most disreputable Pinot Noir I've ever seen.
SNAPE: It's not wine, you imbeciles! It's a potion.
JAI: And that would be a potion that does -- what?
SNAPE: Those exposed to it develop a lifelong affinity for -- polyester.
THOM: Run! Run! Now! Now!
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