What happens at arts camp...

...ends up on the internet. ;)
Well, really. I couldn't spend the entire summer at Interlochen and NOT collect at least a little Stolen Dialogue, could I?

Here's the thing. Yes, this blog is definitely more mature than my old one. And come on, you had to expect that. I'm almost twenty years old, and I started AWT when I was still in high school. I've gotten older, my writing has matured, and I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't changed a lot.

But one thing that will never change is my love for stealing the dorky things that come out of people's mouths. Even before my first real film teacher taught me about the concept of stolen dialogue, I was stealing dialogue left and right. (Someday I'll probably do a special tribute to the stolen dialogue I collected at my public high school--trust me, it's worth reading.) And if there's one belief of mine that has held firm, it's that the world can always use something to smile at--even after (ESPECIALLY after) tragedies like the one I wrote about in my last post.

So here we go. Stolen Dialogue, fresh from Interlochen. Enjoy! :)

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"Get off my salad, bro!"

"This camp is going to turn me into a vegetarian."

"I look like I was swallowed by a skirt!"

"Shoes are just so not worth it."

"God knows you're going to be seeing a lot of my ass this week, Avery. I hope you don't have a problem with that."

"This sleeping bag makes me feel like a hot pocket."

"There are more counselors here than students!"

"I never called you 'Mack!' I mean, I COULD, but then I'd think of you as a truck!"

"How did she put it?...She said he was on a 'federal list of creepiness.'"

"So, I just broke into my cabin with a reed knife..."

"Hil, you have a chip on your boob."
"Is that any different from having a chip on your shoulder?"

"Wow...President Snow has a lot of balls if he's trying to regulate feminine products."

"I want to tell you in the most platonic way possible that I want your pants."

"This burger is delicious."
"I put a lot of love into it."
"I taste your love."

"I can belch from here to China."
"You're so classy."

"We were talking about sin, cardinal sin...you know, all the good stuff."

"I don't usually defecate from the rafters of my cabin, if that's what you're talking about."

"What's funnier than a trombone player trying to play trumpet calls? Him showing off and playing them FASTER!"

"You could wake me up at 3 A.M. and say, 'Liz, I had this horrible nightmare that I didn't know what to do on office duty!' and I'll be like, 'You're on crack. Here's the answer.'"

"You should tell your girls that midnight rovers will check your doors because they'll hear it and freak out."
"Tell them it's a ghost."
"Tell them that's why they need to stay in bed."
"It's the Ghost of Showers Past..."

"I mean, you can't just go up to a girl and say, 'Hey, so I was checking out your butt, and it's kind of hanging out...'"
"I wouldn't address it that way."

"Me and that deliveryman got super-tight this weekend, and he is an awkward turtle."

"Find me a good-looking Asian Jew!"

"I have a duck, and I'm not afraid to use it!"
"I HAVE A DUCK TOO!...I don't know where it is, but it lights up!"