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: I, on the other hand, have been watching videos of otters. So good at stacking things. Additionally, I have kidnapped Ned.
: All I want is to see the screen, and to not deal with jerks, to have a movie style romance, and for no one to get hurt, ever.
: Put that on a billboard.
: Ned, say something to uncrazy your girlfriend!
: I have trained you well. Now go, Nancy, tattle like the wind!
: Ned, do I have permission to do a spit-take in your living room?
: I've never been a mom, but I have owned my fair share of fish.
: Where does he fall on the cute-to-guilty spectrum?
: You're just going to have to find a way to tell me that balances the public's need to know with Ned's presumably fragile ego.
: Nancy, describe Colton's looks using the International Ned Cuteness Unit. We talkin' half a Ned? Two Neds?
: [on cell phone
] What? You definitely know there's a God 'cause why? Bess
: Because at this very moment I am a girl on a raft in a sea of male cuteness. Remember all those years in high school when I was like, "Where are all the cute boys?" They were here Nancy, at River Heights University, all along. Cute football boys, cute skater boys, even cute computer geek boys! I feel like that "Crocodile Hunter" guy. I have found the sacred watering hole of the gorgeous male. I swear, if I'd known, I would have gone to college years ago.
: [looks at Nancy while she is pulling out her notebook from her purse and points at her
] I know that look. Like in the third grade, I know that look. George
: You snag a scoop? Nancy
: [serious expression as she writes in notebook
] More like a bite on one of those tiny plastic spoons... and something tastes funny.
: The VIP Section! Teeny
: Very Intoxicated Persons.
: Well, anybody who does business outside of a cafe can't be all bad. George Fayne
: He does business outside of a cafe? Bess Marvin
: Yeah. Nancy just said that. Didn't you? Nancy Drew
: Uh, no. George Fayne
: Your subconscious strikes again. Bess Marvin
: Dang. Am I good or what?