Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for July 23, 2006
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July 24, 2006
Transcript:
Man: I'm gonna go get th' gang! Hey, Lughead, wanna go to th' Chok-lit shoppe for a malted? Man: Nah, I got plenty of munchies right here, Randy... Man: Regis! Wanna go to the Chok-lit shoppe? Man: No way, babe! I'm goin' to th' disk-o-tekke! Got my hair just right... Man: Bobbi, wanna go - Girl: Sorry, Randy, I've got band practice, model congress, and four AP exams tomorrow. May tonight between pilates and power yoga. Woman: A malted? All those carbs? Saturated fat? Refined sugar? Are you kidding me? Besides, I ate yesterday. Man: Mr. Leathertree! It's th' gang! They've all changed! Man: For goodness sakes, Randy, you've been in high school for thirty years! Go get a job or something! Man: Oh well, Ox, at least you still hang out at the Chok-lit shoppe. Hamhock: I'm subbing for Ox while he's in steroid rehab. Maltacchino? Randy's Digest.
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