Poetess: where is the beautiful self?
Author: before, long time ago I didn't know how to write.
Now I think sometimes I write beautifully..
Donald: South America is beautiful continent.
The Beast: I am going to skiing for a while.
Ze Bella: there is no snow outside?
The Beast: my wife, I don't need snow for skiing, pavement is good enough.
(leaving with the skies).
Ze Bella: don't forget your sun lotion.
Grandpa W.: hookers are calling me.
I am a boody man and this is Friday boody night.
(singing) it's just Saturday night. .
Poetess (turns on TV for a few minutes): watch some news...
Everything is fine, plus fifteen, it's going to be a beautiful day.
