callmetootie
05-15-2001, 05:55 PM
Season 5:
[Tootie and Mrs. G walk into the store]
Mrs. G: Oh Tootie, next time that you tell me to walk you to your audition and back, tell me how many miles it will take!
Blair: How many miles did Tootie make u walk Mrs. G?
Mrs.G: More then you can imagine!
Natalie: Tootie, how did u do at your audition?
Jo: Yeah, how'd ya do?
Tootie: I was fine. I'm taking auditions for The Music Man!
Jo: Tootie, The Music Man is on Broadway right now. How'd you get auditions?
Tootie: Well, Mrs. G and me walked there.
Natalie: Tootie, that's like 1 hour...by drive!
Mrs. G: You can only imagine how I feel.
Tootie: Well, I'll be getting a phone call from the director tomorrow.
Mrs. G: I won't pick it up though Tootie, I couldn't walk 1 more inch.
Blair: Would you walk an inch for one of my freshly baked anchovie crosscants?
Mrs. G: I'll pass on that one Blair!
Jo: Yeah, she could have accidently dropped one of her fake eye lashes in it!
[In the bedroom at 9:00]
Tootie: I don't know about you girls, but I'm hitting the sack.
Natalie: Tootie, would you like an oreo?
Blair: What the heck are you doing with oreos?
Natalie: Eating them.
Tootie: Don't talk about oreos anymore. Whenever we talk about oreos, Jo talks about how much they look like tires.
Natalie: Anyone want Doritos?
Tootie: Natalie, go to sleep. I want to get up early so I can dress for when the dircetor calls.
Natalie: You have to dress to answer a phone call?
Blair: That's how I do it!
[Tootie turns off the lights]
[Tootie starts dreaming]
[Tootie dreams that she is seeing herself in a mirror with a broadway costume on]
Tootie: Boy, if Diana Ross could see me now!
Director: Hello Dorothy, you have to change your disco suit, to your teenage girl in the 1940's costume. And you better cut your hair a bit. We don't want you tripping over it. Hee-hee.
Tootie: By the way, my name is Tootie.
Director: Dorothy, have you been taking those nasty vitamins again? Remember, no vitamin is a good vitamin!
[Tootie reads over her scripts]
Tootie: What are they making me say here?
Or is this the way that teenage girls in the 40's say that they want to kiss a boy???
Boy Performer: Hi there sweet pea, I'm Henry.
Tootie: Excuse me?
Boy Perfomer: I'm just kidding you, that's what it says in my scripts. I'm Derek.
Tootie: Hi, I'm Tootie. Aren't we doing The Music Man for the musical?
Derek: No, we are doing a play called Broadway Dreams. It's a mix of different Broadway plays.
Tootie: Oh, I thought that I was supposed to be doing The Music Man.
Derek: Remember, tommorrow night we are doing the performence, so be prepared.
[The Performence Night]
Tootie: I can't belive that I have to wear this dress. It's so unlike me!
Derek: How do you think I feel? I don't get to wear anything.
Tootie: What play are you being part of.
Derek: ...Hair!
Tootie: I'm doing Annie.
Director: Dorothy, you're next.
Tootie: Thanks...producer!
Director: I'm a director!
Tootie: Well I'm a Tootie
[On stage]
Tootie: Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya Tomorrow....
[Tootie sees someone moving around in the aisles, and is distracted]
[Tootie stops singing]
Audience: What?
[Tootie sees that the person has a gun]
Tootie: He's got a gun!!! Help!!!
[The guy takes out his gun and shoots one of the other perfomers]
Tootie: Someone..HELP!!!
[Tootie takes her shoe and throws it at the guy] [Tootie hears police sirens] [Tootie jumps into the audience, and breaks through the glass on the doors]
[Tootie wakes up]
Tootie: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't hurt me please...Mrs. G, Blair, Natalie, Jo???
Mrs. G: We're right here honey, you had a nightmare, it's 7:00 in the morning. Just i hour until you get your phone call.
Tootie: I know that this is the last thig you'd think I'd say but, who cares?
The End!
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Andrew Carden
[Tootie and Mrs. G walk into the store]
Mrs. G: Oh Tootie, next time that you tell me to walk you to your audition and back, tell me how many miles it will take!
Blair: How many miles did Tootie make u walk Mrs. G?
Mrs.G: More then you can imagine!
Natalie: Tootie, how did u do at your audition?
Jo: Yeah, how'd ya do?
Tootie: I was fine. I'm taking auditions for The Music Man!
Jo: Tootie, The Music Man is on Broadway right now. How'd you get auditions?
Tootie: Well, Mrs. G and me walked there.
Natalie: Tootie, that's like 1 hour...by drive!
Mrs. G: You can only imagine how I feel.
Tootie: Well, I'll be getting a phone call from the director tomorrow.
Mrs. G: I won't pick it up though Tootie, I couldn't walk 1 more inch.
Blair: Would you walk an inch for one of my freshly baked anchovie crosscants?
Mrs. G: I'll pass on that one Blair!
Jo: Yeah, she could have accidently dropped one of her fake eye lashes in it!
[In the bedroom at 9:00]
Tootie: I don't know about you girls, but I'm hitting the sack.
Natalie: Tootie, would you like an oreo?
Blair: What the heck are you doing with oreos?
Natalie: Eating them.
Tootie: Don't talk about oreos anymore. Whenever we talk about oreos, Jo talks about how much they look like tires.
Natalie: Anyone want Doritos?
Tootie: Natalie, go to sleep. I want to get up early so I can dress for when the dircetor calls.
Natalie: You have to dress to answer a phone call?
Blair: That's how I do it!
[Tootie turns off the lights]
[Tootie starts dreaming]
[Tootie dreams that she is seeing herself in a mirror with a broadway costume on]
Tootie: Boy, if Diana Ross could see me now!
Director: Hello Dorothy, you have to change your disco suit, to your teenage girl in the 1940's costume. And you better cut your hair a bit. We don't want you tripping over it. Hee-hee.
Tootie: By the way, my name is Tootie.
Director: Dorothy, have you been taking those nasty vitamins again? Remember, no vitamin is a good vitamin!
[Tootie reads over her scripts]
Tootie: What are they making me say here?
Or is this the way that teenage girls in the 40's say that they want to kiss a boy???
Boy Performer: Hi there sweet pea, I'm Henry.
Tootie: Excuse me?
Boy Perfomer: I'm just kidding you, that's what it says in my scripts. I'm Derek.
Tootie: Hi, I'm Tootie. Aren't we doing The Music Man for the musical?
Derek: No, we are doing a play called Broadway Dreams. It's a mix of different Broadway plays.
Tootie: Oh, I thought that I was supposed to be doing The Music Man.
Derek: Remember, tommorrow night we are doing the performence, so be prepared.
[The Performence Night]
Tootie: I can't belive that I have to wear this dress. It's so unlike me!
Derek: How do you think I feel? I don't get to wear anything.
Tootie: What play are you being part of.
Derek: ...Hair!
Tootie: I'm doing Annie.
Director: Dorothy, you're next.
Tootie: Thanks...producer!
Director: I'm a director!
Tootie: Well I'm a Tootie
[On stage]
Tootie: Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya Tomorrow....
[Tootie sees someone moving around in the aisles, and is distracted]
[Tootie stops singing]
Audience: What?
[Tootie sees that the person has a gun]
Tootie: He's got a gun!!! Help!!!
[The guy takes out his gun and shoots one of the other perfomers]
Tootie: Someone..HELP!!!
[Tootie takes her shoe and throws it at the guy] [Tootie hears police sirens] [Tootie jumps into the audience, and breaks through the glass on the doors]
[Tootie wakes up]
Tootie: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't hurt me please...Mrs. G, Blair, Natalie, Jo???
Mrs. G: We're right here honey, you had a nightmare, it's 7:00 in the morning. Just i hour until you get your phone call.
Tootie: I know that this is the last thig you'd think I'd say but, who cares?
The End!
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Andrew Carden