The Art Of Sneezing

Hour 10

Hour ten: It's two o'clock in the morning, conversation got boring . . . (This one is for all the nerds or obsessive tv watchers. Can you guys name them all?)

"It's 2 a.m."

"Damn. That early? What do we do now."

I sigh. "Heck if I know."

"This is boring."

Tom lays beside me and we stare at the ceiling together from the hard floor. "Bazinga."

"Geronimo."

"Resistance is futile."

"Suit up."

"Good night, John boy."

"Heh heh."

"Silly, Rabbit. Trix are for kids."

"Don't make me angry!"

"Holy shit, Batman!"

I squint at him. Did Robin ever say 'shit'. Hmm, I'll allow it. "You rang?"

"How you doin'?"

"If it weren't for you meddling kids."

"OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY!"

I almost crack up at his exclamation. "Live long and prosper."

"Hey hey hey."

"Yada yada yada."

"Space, the final frontier."

"Yabba dabba do!"

"What you talkin' about, Willis?"

"Spider pig."

"You're fired."

"One small step from man."

"Here's Johnny!"

"No shit, Sherlock."

Now it's his turn to look at me. "Nuh uh uh," he wags a finger. "That doesn't count."

I gape. "That totally counts!"

"Watson never said that."

"So? Maybe someone else said it."

Tom gives me a 'look'. "Oh yeah? Who?"

I freeze for a moment. ". . . Leonard."

"That's the Big Bang Theory!"

"I hate you."