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(gang is having a sing-along around the campfire - or to be more precise, the pot of chocolate fondue set up in the common room) All: (slowly waving forks with pound cake cubes on them) You are my sunshine...my only sunshine...when you're not happy, my skies are gray...you'll never know...

Listening to the audience applaud at the end (and midway through as everyone comes up on stage)...it's the Muppets they came to see, with the human performers coming in at a close second. That's right - Scooter's voice during that song was more or less Richard's normal voice. And Scooter's...

A bunch of grown men clucking like chickens...Kevin serenading Lydia...Scooter and Fozzie belting out "Simon Smith," and Kevin, Steve and Dave lifting Frank up as he hit the high notes on "Cottleston Pie." Jim would have loved it. Wouldn't be surprised if he was sitting in a chair by the stage...

No, Marty, it was another Marty: Marty Robinson. It was from an article on the "Your Face" site.

Storyteller: Ah, Valentine's Day, that wonderful day when lovebirds everywhere express their tender, undying love for one another...(sees others pretending to gag) Will you people knock that off? Erin: Sorry, Storyteller, but where I come from, it's Singles Awareness Day. Nora: Yeah...I mean...

Yeah, I first heard about it in my freshman year of college, when one of the other girls in the poetry club (now defunct) read a wonderful poem about Singles Awareness Day. But yeah, I've been seeing a lot of girls picking up bouquets and gifts from the campus mailroom today, and all that...

I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, I celebrate Singles Awareness Day. It's probably the weather (freezing cold, wet and nasty here), but despite the oncoming of the great love fest, it just seems that the motorists on the highway going past campus were being ruder than usual (and they're...

They're comfortable shoes, flexible enough. I'm also fond of Reeboks...I find Nikes to be a little too rigid. I'm listening to Richard's tribute show again - right now Jane's discussing Richard, as a small boy, demonstrating a magic trick for one of the hosts on Howdy Doody. "He was born to...

Oh, no, sorry to hear about that, heralde...if you need to vent, feel free to drop me a line, okay? You know, whenever my grandmother was annoyed with my grandfather, she'd make bread - she'd slam the dough against the counter and yell, "(Darn) it, John!" That's how she handled it - usually...

Scooter: There will now be a moment of silence for that eggplant. (moment of silence) Beige: What are they called in England? Courgettes? Nora: No, that's zucchini. Beige: Oh. So what's the eggplant called? Erin: It's called an aubergine. Scooter: Now it's called dinner. Storyteller...

Beige: What's going on? Erin: (hammering away at flu story for paper) Scooter, want to go check? Scooter: Sure. (departs) Nora: I've got this huge paper due for history, and I've got a bad case of writer's block. Storyteller: Oh, dear...get Erin to lend you a sledgehammer or something. Beige...

What was it Marty said? "God help you if you walked into Sesame Street with any kind of superior attitude." I'll bet...I mean, Rita is the textbook example of a prima donna with an overinflated ego, the sort of person who would drive Richard up the wall. And reading the description of the...

Well, as they say, the right path is usually the hardest. I do agree about Easter having strong connections with chocolate and painted eggs, and I do love chocolate...but if you mention "Easter" to me, I usually think of the vigil Mass with the incense, the procession and the lilies on the...

Oh, yeah, it's lots of fun - I mean, their whole facade gets shattered in the blink of an eye. I wonder, which guest stars did Richard have to chew out on the set? They're not giving any names, but still...who'd be ill-tempered enough to warrant a vitriolic tongue-lashing from Raging Richie...

Beige: Sorry, Ed, no one's working with any chocolate here. Shame, really. Storyteller: Erin, it sounds like that cough of yours is coming back. Erin: And I've got to do a story for the paper on flu season in the area. Scooter: How appropriate...you can talk to my aunt, she's been laid up with a...

(chuckle) That's the way it is: a smart, down-to-earth puppeteer playing a vainglorious, occasionally obtuse puppet. Seeing as Maestro Domingo was appearing on SS, it appears he has a good sense of humor. (And any SS guest star who arrives without a good sense of humor will find himself or...

I'd like to hear from Mrs. Hunt again. It'd be lots of fun to hear more of what she has to say about those five wonderfully goofy kids of hers - especially the second one, also the elder of two boys. ;) :coy: And I hope the net problem clears up soon, Marty.

(A care package is sent off to Alex's room: it contains a quilt from Erin, a joke book from Scooter, a book of poetry from Nora, a pot of radish-potato stew from Storyteller, and Beige's old plush rumblebug. There is also a sympathy card signed by all five residents.) (back in room 7, the gang...

Yeah, I think the movie would be better off casting a group of unknowns to play Jim and the gang, rather than a bunch of overexposed Tinseltown darlings. And I know, the prospect of a biopic can be both exciting and scary. On one hand, it's the story of Jim and his crew, played out in front...

(in room 7, the prune curse has struck...but in a rather different fashion) Scooter: (apricot) The Newsman said that people's heads are turning into prunes, so why have we turned into the dried fruit mix? Erin: (pineapple) Must be a mutant strain or something. Nora: (fig) Why'd I have to get...