From: Laura Jacquez Valentine
Subject: Re: Crossover orphans/story ideas
Date: 23 Dec 1999 12:14:59 -0500


(JIM grabs BLAIR by the hair and drags him towards the truck.)

BLAIR: hey! ow! Jim, what are you doing?

JIM: Chief, you have the worst taste in women.

BLAIR: Come on! She's nice, she's smart, she's interested in my work--

JIM: She's a lying manipulative psychopath--

BLAIR: Oh, you're one to talk. Hello, *I* have bad taste in women?

JIM: *My* taste in women is not in *question* here. Yours, on the other hand--

BLAIR: Look, buddy, at least I can maintain a relationship for longer than dinner-and-a-movie.

(JIM shoves BLAIR into the truck and gets into the driver's seat.)

JIM: Maybe I don't *want* a relationship.

BLAIR: Oh, right, Mr. Lone Oak. Tell it to someone who *can't* read you like a book, Pathetically Needy Boy.

JIM: Shut up, Chief.

BLAIR: Why? Because you dragged me away from a perfectly nice--

JIM: Psychopath--

BLAIR: --a perfectly nice girl with whom I was having an interesting
conversation, not to mention getting somewhere?

JIM: I didn't drag you. You walked.

BLAIR: You. Dragged. Me. By the hair! Talk about pre-civilized
breeds of man!

JIM: I am not pre-civilized.

BLAIR: Well, if you're not a caveman, you have damn poor manners.