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Ruin a Famous Television Quote with One Word

Yeah, I'm hopping on the bandwagon.

Inspired stolen from @Multimind's original thread, here you will eitheradd a word or change a word to a famous television quote. Just to allow others to spawn from this, let's only include live-action television series.

"That's my penis."
-Sheldon Cooper, The Big Bang Theory

what has the avatar above you been put in jail for and why?

For being poorly-drawn Elsa fanart.

what has the avatar above you been put in jail for and why?

For having a name "2b" when the booty game is 2A+.

Mahz's Dev Journal

@Mahz This is more of a curiosity-influenced question rather than a request-influenced one.

How difficult is it to code the feature that shows the total view count of a public thread?

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

@Dirty Pretty Lies Then who is she? :O

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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Florence kept a blank expression on Audrey as she gave the typical(ALexandros’ words) Audrey wrathful rant. Alex did say she’d resort to nastiness when confronted. He did say that. And yet, like everything with Audrey, Florence was disappointed. She was in the presence of the woman who had been reportedly seen with the man that she claimed to be into. You would think that, given her reputation to blow up on those who threatened what she claimed as hers(see Janice’s current residence with the Los Angeles Penitentiary), she would’ve done something more violent. But of course, as Florence looked over her shoulder, seeing Audrey rush off in a fit of anger, she let out a sigh. Maybe she wasn’t pushed far enough yet.

When she was done fixing her hair and making sure it was all to her unreasonably high standards, Florence would step out of the bathroom. As she would, Alexandros was waiting for her just outside the door, looking at her. “So did it work?”

“I suppose.” Florence hummed thoughtfully.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, she took the bait, but--”

“But?”

“It was disappointing to say the least. You sure she’s as into as you said she was?”

“Trust me, she is. If not for Osama junior, we wouldn't be doing this.”

“Right,” FLorence ignored the pettiness in Alexandros’ voice, “well then, I guess it’s time to go to our class. I’ll do some plotting. Until then, try to keep a low profile, yeah?”

Alex gave her a slight shrug and made his way to his class and Florence did to hers. She found his lack of seriousness in going with the plan a bit disconcerting. It was as if he wasn’t taking it as serious as she was. If he didn’t change that, it might not go as according to plan, which was not going to fly by her. Florence did not return to Beverly Hills to have it been for nothing. If Alex wasn’t going to take this serious, then she’ll have to double-down to make up for his lax approach.

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Every class felt like an absolute bore. At the rate it was going, Alexandros was regretting coming back. At least, back in Greece at the private island that his family owned, he would have something to do -something way more exciting than sitting in English, waiting for the lunch bell to sound off. Instead, he has to listen to boring old Mr. Tomers talk about Beowulf and all of the great things he did. It didn’t help that partners were assigned, and Alexandros was placed in a group of three with some goth-impostor chick by the name of Sierra - or at least that’s what Tomers called her by, and some Indian-looking fellow by the name of Ravindra Singh.

While the other two were actually talking about the assignment and trying to decide which days they should get together to work on it, Alexandros had little interest in even contributing. His mind was on more important things, like thinking of ways to get back at Omar. It wasn’t going to be easy per-se, but nothing exciting ever was easy, least of all for Alexandros Mossos. That’s what made his life fun. There was never a dull moment.

And as if at the right time, the bell sounded off. It was at that moment, that Ravindra guy tried to approach Alexandros, even going as far as to tug on his shirt before Alex could get his bag. “We should--’

“What?”

“We need to, I mean..”

“Yeah, if you ever find those words, hit me up, y'got it Caramel?”

"Are you colorblind? He's cinnamon, not caramel, ya fucking cracker!"

Alexandros more or less ignored Sierra as he went along his merry way. He had enough of the day already and it was barely at the halfway mark. It got to the point where he was nearly ready to just ditch the rest of the day. And he was just out the door, but then someone tugged on his shoulder with a firm grip, causing him to turn around. “What gives?” He said, looking to see who was the culprit.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about ditching again?”

“Oh, it’s you.” ALexandros sighed, “[color=dodgerblue]listen Ava, I don’t have time for this. I’m growing weary of this place."

“Yeah, well I don’t really give a flying fuck. If you ditch, you know our totally loving parents will blame me because I’m supposed to be the one looking after your ass.”

“Not really my problem, now is it?”

“I don’t ask for much, but just stay until after lunch. At least then they won't be on my ass as bad.”

Alexandros just sighed. Whenever Ava gave him those puppy dog eyes, he couldn’t say no. “Fine, but don’t say I never did anything for you.” Alexandros gave Ava his usual smug.

“Right. Well, let’s go then. If we don’t hurry, they’ll only have cheese pizza left.”

“You know, you’ve had authentic Italian pizza in Milan, yet you still eat the ass-tasting pizza here."

“Hey, you know what dad always says,” Ava stopped, cleared her throat, and Alex knew what was coming..

“It doesn’t matter if it’s from the old country or from a factory, pizza is pizza.” Alex joined Ava just to tease her. Ava had rolled her eyes.

And, just like that, Alexandros and Ava were en-route to the cafeteria. One of those rare times when brother and sister were walking arm-and-arm. One might even say it was cute, but don’t tell Alex that.

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

@Dirty Pretty Lies I know now, but I couldn't remember at the time. The blonde chick is Gigi Hadid's mother, right?

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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It was still a bit away until homeroom began and from what Florence had told Alexandros on the way to school, her homeroom wasn’t with him. Still, it didn’t matter. They didn’t need to be together every hour of the day for the plan to go through. It was pretty much back on course, especially when Alex heard the seeds being planted.

Not even a full ten yards away, he heard the echoes of Audrey’s voice. Even among the chatter from those around him, he heard Audrey shout to whom he could only surmise was her friend Leslie. As to what she said, Alexandros heard something along the lines of [code]who the fuck is she[/code. It rung clear in his ears, and he simply looked to Florence. She heard it too, and was as satisfied as he was.

“Seems like part one of today’s objective went swimmingly.”

“And part two is about to start.” Florence said, “so if you’ll excuse me.”

Alexandros stepped out of the way, and allowed FLorence to do what she always did best: befriended the enemy.

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Florence Sauveterre walked like a queen: elegant foot in front of the other, hands close to her center, and looking at the pairs of eyes that stalked her as she made her way into the ladies room. Upon entering, there she saw her target.

Audrey Huntsberg, just one of two people on her hit list, but upon seeing her, she had to be completely honest: she wasn’t how Alex described her when he showed up at the Sauveterre Villa in Greece. The way he described her was as a female of confidence, of power, and most of all, someone who never showed weakness. However, as Florence would lay her hazel eyes upon Audrey, she saw none of these things. She saw a wounded warrior who had her pride hurt more than anything else.

Among all that seemed disappointing, at least she had the fashion sense just like how Alexandros explained. That, at least, was something Florence could respect. But still, she couldn’t help but feel very disappointed by what she saw in front of her.

Florence walked up to the sink, simply fixing her hair. As she made sure it was to the perfectionist standards she placed on herself, she darted her eyes slightly to Audrey - who, by now, was doubtless looking at Florence with anger-filled eyes. “Don’t you hate split ends? I sure do. They always ruin a perfectly good outfit.” Florence complained. She had just noticed she had a single split end on the center of the right side of her hair.

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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News broke of Alexandros returning at alarming rates. By when the day had came to an end, Alexandros received several calls from people who had been wondering exactly where he had been. Some of them were contacts he made through his extracurricular activities. He hadn’t informed them of his impromptu trip to Greece, and that caused some frantic worrying on their part. So, of course, when they learned he had returned, they wanted to know why, but Alexandros just couldn’t answer all of them, so he sent a mass text to just about everyone buzzing up his phone:

I’ll tell you tomorrow. Have some patience.

Alex

And until the next day arrived, Alexandros wouldn’t even touch his phone.

Sooner than he realized, the morning sun would graze his skin, prompting him to wake up. It was just at daybreak that his eyes had opened. For the first time in a long time, Alexandros was looking forward to going to school. So much so that he actually didn’t take his traditional shot of bourbon with his breakfast. Instead, he got himself a glass of non-alcoholic cider, and opted for a bagel with a minimal amount of cream cheese on it.

As he got the garage, he had all that he needed to get the day started, and Florence was waiting for him by his red Ferrari. “You’re looking awfully chipper this morning.” Florence couldn’t help but crack a small, almost undetectable smirk. Almost.

“As if I have any reason not to. Today begins the first day of the plan.” Alex noted.

Florence seemed to be pleased with his answer. “Good. GLad to see that you haven’t let the familiarity of this place cloud your priorities.” Florence stepped out of Alexandros’ way, and made her own way to the passenger’s seat. “Then, let’s get going, lest we want to be late for school.”

Alexandros didn’t say anything. He simply took his place in the driver’s seat, revved up his beautiful Ferrari, and drove off into the morning sun.

Destination: Beverly Hills High School.

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Alexandros missed being among the lower class of the high class of the West Side. The sight of their whispering faces pointing at him and nudging at their friends, doubtless murmuring about a few things. The first, of course, was thanks to someone who called themselves SoCal Gal. A clever play on Manhattan’s own Gossip Girl. They broke the news of his return and she..he -they? - were the reason for his big return ruined. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Alexandros now had to deal with the inevitable confrontation that he faced with Audrey. So it was safe to say that the plan wasn’t off to a good start.

“Look confident, Alex.” Florence tightened her grip on his arm. “Show weakness and they will eat you alive.”

“Yes, I know that.” Alex irritatedly sighed.

“Then walk.”

Another sigh, but Alex said nothing in retort. Instead, he walked with the raven-haired beauty staying close, her slender arm hooked around his muscled own. If one didn’t know any better, they would think that ALexandros and her were dating. FOr one, to match his dark blue attire, she matched with a complimenting, albeit completely opposing, outfit of her own. But, regardless of their polarizing color choice, the two of them walked as if they ruled the school.

And to be quite honest, with the reputation that the Sauveterre’s had in Los Angeles with FRancis Sauveterre applying for a second term as Mayor of Los Angeles and the obvious reputation Alexandros Mossos had, oh with how they may or may not rule the criminal underground, how couldn’t one mistake them for BHHS’ next power couple?

As they roamed the halls, everyone made way for them. They knew an unstoppable force when they saw one. And if there was anything Beverly Hills High respected more than money, it was power.