Maya:
My face gets all scrunched up, my eyes get all closed, and I end up looking like...
Dennis:
Popeye?
Elliot:
A smurf?
Nina:
Eleanor Roosevelt sneezing?
Jack:
What the hell's a smurf?
Dennis:
It's the little blue man on your wife's lunchbox.
Maya:
Why do we even need photo IDs?
Dennis:
Because otherwise, any lunatic could walk in off the street and do Nina's job.
Jack:
What are we talking about?
Nina:
Sex dreams.
Jack:
Sounds like fun. Who had a sex dream? Give me details.
Dennis:
Maya did, about Elliot.
Jack:
You people are sick!
Dennis:
So, a sex dream. How was I?
Maya:
Absent.
Elliot:
You want me to do a photo ID. That's like asking Picasso to paint your bathroom.
Jack:
No, it's like *telling* Picasso to paint your bathroom.
Elliot:
When I was on a photo shoot in Australia, this Aborigine tribesman refused to have his picture taken because he thought I was going to steal his soul.
Maya:
Don't tell me. You got him to relax and took a great picture.
Elliot:
No. He bit me and stole my jeep.
Maya:
And your point is?
Elliot:
Don't bite me.
Maya:
So, this is your studio?
Elliot:
Yep.
Maya:
Shouldn't there be a sign for the models that says, "you must be this dumb to enter"?
Maya:
[
about a flimsy nighty] What is this?
Elliot:
It was for your story on health care.
Maya:
What does that have to do with health care?
Elliot:
She was also wearing a nurse's hat.
Jack:
Come on, people! We need new stories. Any ideas?
Nina:
I got it. How about a ten page layout on the comeback of fur?
Jack:
What comeback of fur?
Elliot:
The one she's been trying to launch ever since she bought those snow leopard skin hot pants.
Maya:
This picture sends the wrong message.
Elliot:
What message do you want to send?
Maya:
"My name is Maya Gallo, and I'm a professional."
Elliot:
And this says?
Maya:
"My name is Maya Gallo, me and my naughty girlfriends are waiting for your calls."
Jack:
[
to Hannah, over the phone] Hi, Hannah. Daddy's going to sing a song about... his desk.
[
playing his banjo and singing]
Jack:
Markers and pencils and pens / And keys to my Mercedes Benz / A cup and an empty green bottle...
Nina:
[
coming in] Damnit, Jack!
Jack:
Oh, look, it's a grumpy ex-model.
Maya:
I have never taken a good picture in my life.
Jack:
You're exaggerating. You've taken lots of good pictures. What about that one of you surfing?
Maya:
That was a caricature.
Jack:
I thought your head looked big.
Nina:
[
looking at Maya's ID photo] This picture captures the real you.
Dennis:
Someone should, for science.
Maya:
It's too sexy!
Elliot:
I understand the word "too" and the word "sexy", but put the two together, it's just gibberish.
Jack:
What's in this thing?
Dennis:
Some fire safety and employee conduct, with a dash of the Iraqi penal code.
Elliot:
Wait a minute, you little weasel! Sexual relations between employees is forbidden?
Dennis:
Models are not employees.
Elliot:
All hail the manual!
Kristanna:
Elliot, what are you thinking about?
Elliot:
Oh, nothing.
Kristanna:
Hey, me too.
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