OK, so here’s a game that might be fun here for the group for about 5 minutes. Totally ruin a show (probably a sitcom) by attacking its deep entrenched premise, by having people be reasonable, instead of how they usually behave. Or at least, that one time that lead to the massive comedy of errors.
I’ll start:
Mrs. Fawlty … Mrs Fawlty … oh, please do come back.
Out of my way, Polly.
Oh, Mrs. Fawlty, he hasn’t forgotten your anniversary.
Hasn’t he.
Noooo. He has all your friends around later for a party. He’s just trying to surprise you. He’s planned it for months.
Really.
Yes really, you know he dotes on you, no matter what else happens with the inn. Sigh I know, I know.
Come back before he offends another guest.
“Captain, I’ve scanned the Random Class M Planet and there are two violent societies that have been locked in combat for five centuries. We could ignore the Prime Directive, beam down in disguise, get five red shirted crewmen killed, and try to get these savages to forget 500 years of blood lust and suddenly understand their mortal enemies…
or we could obey orders, save five crewmen’s lives, and get the hell out of here.”
“Good point, Mr. Spock. Chekov, turn us around. Warp Get-The-Hell-Out-Of-Here Speed. From now on, we’ll follow our five-year mission, and just explore.”
Walter White didn’t start cooking meth to pay for treatment, his cancer was diagnosed as untreatable and he wanted to make a lot of money to leave it behind for the family. So insurance doesn’t work to stop him from starting to cook meth. A later doctor came up with an experimental treatment that explicitly wasn’t covered by his insurance, so you’re going against something that was explicitly stated on the show. The ‘being reasonable’ he could have done is either accepted the job with grey matter or just let the grey matter people pay for it like they offered to.
“Oh migosh, under the sheet it’s not a ghost, it’s a …vampire! Yikes!!!”
“No, that’s just a mask… see it comes right… Ahhhh! A werewolf!”
“Wait a minute, if this was really a werewolf, Scooby would’ve been trying to smell its butt… look, it’s another mask!”
“Hahaha! The corpse is Mr. McNeely from the haunted amusement park!”
“Well, it WAS Mr. McNeely from the haunted amusement park…
Who’s going to tell his fam… hey, where’d everybody go?”
“Like, hey, Scoob – I just realized you’re a talking dog who fixes sandwiches, man! Maybe we should put you on TV and get enough cash to buy all the Scooby Snacks we could ever want, but without ever having to dress up as Italian barbers while getting chased through hallways of doors by angry criminals!”
Hi honey, how was work?
Bad, as usual. Got anything to eat?
I had a grand slam at Dennys, but I bought you a sub.
Mmm … good, thanks. Did the kids eat?
Kelly took her sub, and went on a date, Bud’s eating his upstairs, studying for GMATs
I’m glad they ate, I’d hate for them to have to “do things” for food
They’re over 20 Al, they can “do things” because they want to. By the way, I’m out of money.
No prob, tonight’s payday at my other job, I’ll have cash for you in the morning. Well, I’m off. Kiss
I’ll tidy up the house and see you tomorrow morning, Al. And then we can … uh …
You better believe we will, God, you’re hot. 'Nite Peg.
Charlie, we have to talk.
What about?
Its simply unethical for us to keep having sex while you’re a patient of mine.
You’re right, you’re right. We’re not exclusive either, so there’s no loss in staying friends and staying professional. And,if I don’t have to keep lying to my ex-wife, I can be a better father… maybe even win her back.
Also, I’m going overseas to do research.
Awesome for you, best of luck.
“Norm, you come into this bar every single day and drink beer after beer. I don’t know how your liver handles it, but - and I say this as a friend - I think you may have a problem. I’ve decided not to serve you any more.”
“You know, Sammy, I’ve been struggling with that realization for years, and now that you’ve said it out loud I can’t deny it anymore. I’m going to get sober and spend more time with Vera.”
On what grounds? At the time the show was made it was perfectly legal and mostly uncontroversial. Having the characters sue and win would have been unrealistic.
“…and our next guest is Captain Jonas Grumby, a charter boat operator from Hawaii who spent a year stranded on a small Pacific island with his passengers. How long exactly were you marooned, Captain Grumby?”
“Please call me Skipper; everyone does. It was a little over a year.”
“And to think that you might still be there if the Mars Lander hadn’t malfunctioned and crashed on your island!”
“Well, we were lucky, no question about it. But we actually had several earlier chances to escape and they all failed.”
“Ah, yes. This involves your first mate, Gilligan?”
“Exactly. Much as it broke our hearts to do this, we ended up keeping him confined to a hut. It was just after President Rodriguez of Ecuarico visited the island. We realized that. . . although Gilligan was a sweet guy with a big heart, Gilligan was also the single consistent reason we kept missing chances to be rescued. We didn’t even let him out until after the Navy ship that NASA called about us had arrived and radioed our exact location back to Pearl Harbor. If you’re listening to this broadcast, Little Buddy. . .no hard feelings?”