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| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Donna: Dave? I'm here.
/ Dave: Hey! Uhh... Donna, what is that cat doing here?
/ Donna: We couldn't take him anymore! / Donna: Everyone in the sorority hates Mister Nibbles... He claws everything, pees everywhere, farts... but he's Tiffany's cat, and as long as she's Chi-O president, we're stuck with... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060710 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | {{Presenting . . . Ask a Suburban Tribe Cast Member!}} / Alan: "Dear Alan,
/ Did you really get to meet George Lucas?* I couldn't tell if it was him or some advanced C.G. effect. Signed, MJK." Actually, MJ: George is one of our recurring directors!
/ {{*5/8/06}} / [[Alan is dressed in a motion capture... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060712 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Alan: "Dear Alan,
/ Why do you think Tiffany has such a big nose compared to all the other women in Suburban Tribe?
/ Signed,
/ Sentimental Johnny."
/ Well, Johnny, we don't speak openly about 'El Schnozella Grandito" around here. / Alan Narrating: It wasn't easy for Tiff in her all-girls' Catholic school...
/ Nun:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060714 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Narrator: Days later, on campus...
/ Tiffany: The election for Homecoming Queen is in a week! I need Carol's posters, flyers and banners!
/ Alan: I've designed them, but I don't have her portrait to go in them! / Tiffany: You've been painting her for weeks!
/ Alan: Art is a journey! I haven't captured... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060717 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Skip: Dude! Gangway! This cat's about to hack up another hairball!
/ Mister Nibbles: Ack! Ack! Ack!
/ Dave: Lock him in the bathroom! I ain't cleaning the carpet again!
/ < http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060719 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Narrator: Western Kentucky University, Homecoming Night.
/ At the Chi Omega Sorority House... / Alan: Tiffany, where's Carol? I need to talk to her.
/ Tiffany: She went back to her apartment... something about a private celebration.
/ Alan: She's not at her own party? / Tiffany: She's a flake, in case... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060721 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Narrator: Minutes later, at Carol's apartment...
/ Carol: Oh! Hi Alan!
/ Alan: Carol! Listen, I need to talk to you... May I come in?
/ Carol: Sure! / Alan: Look, I know you've been elected Homecoming Queen, and I've already painted you 20 times...
/ But I-- I've never had a muse before...
/ And you, I think...... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060724 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Alan is putting his paintings away while his professor is talking to him.]]
/ Professor: Another successful student show comes to a close, ehn?
/ Alan: Hardly successful, professor. I didn't sell a single piece! / Professor: Oh! Since when does money define artistic achievement? It--it doesn't, it's... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060726 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Narrator: Days later...
/ Alan: Well, I'm sorry you drove all the way from Frankfort--
/ Woman: Not at all! When I saw that an award-winning student was selling a series of 19 paintings so cheap, I came running! / Woman: But really! How can you consider parting with those masterpieces at all? Like selling... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060728 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | no dialogue only fat people / no dialogue only more fat people / no dialogue and some more fat people / Tiffany: Salad without dressing for lunch AGAIN?
/ Alan: Ehn.
/ Tiffany: I wish I had your willpower! http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060731 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Ceaser (on computer): DEer mr. mayer,
/ i must knowe: how do yoo do it? sleap at nite and look at yurself in the mirrer, i mean.
/ bild a bridge, or bild a sportz areena? hay, how abowt putink our taxez where they kneed to go: an innur sitty squirrul corral?
/ < http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060802 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Tiffany: Well, Mister, uh... Amduscias. I'm pleased to make this offer to you for H.R. Director.
/ Amduscias: Excellent!
/ Tiffany: We were able to meet nearly all of your requirements... / Tiffany: A per diem 10 fresh puppies for lunch, authority to abuse or molest any employee...
/ ...corner office stocked... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060804 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Carol: Sorry I'm late! There was a rush at the donut shop.
/ Jessica: It's okay. The client's running late. Tiff and Alan are calling them now.
/ Carol [[dropping tase]]: Oh! Rats! / Jessica: Wow! When did you start carrying a taser?
/ Carol: Oh! Uhm, there's been some, uh, muggings? You know, at my, uh...Apartment... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060807 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[At Yesman & Puckerup]]
/ Alan: Hey, guys.
/ Carol: Alan! What's going on? We've been waiting for an hour!
/ Alan: The new client backed out. They found a cheaper agency.
/ Jessica: Oh, no! / Alan: When the senior partners found out, Tiff and I got called into their office. We've been demoted to our... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060809 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[INT. Yesman & Puckerup: Jessica, Christie Marshall, Carol and Tiffany]]
/ Christie: Hi Ladies, I'm Christie Marshall, Yesman & Puckerup's new C.O.O. You'll be working on my team. Alan and Roger will be working with my husband, Calvin.
/ Jessica: Here's your latte, Christie. / [[Christie whirls on Jessica,... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060811 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[INT. Yesman & Puckerup: Calvin Marshall, Alan and Roger.]]
/ Calvin: Hey guys. I'm Calvin Marshall, Yesman & Puckerup's new creative director. You'll be working on my team. The ladies will be working with my wife, Christie.
/ < http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060814 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[INT. Yesman & Puckerup: Carol (holding a piece of paper) and Christie (making a cup of instant tea).]]
/ Carol: Hey, uhm, Christie, do you have a minute?
/ Christie: I suppose.
/ Carol: My last paycheck was short by a few hundred dollars, and--
/ Christie: Oh! I meant to tell you... / Christie: When Calvin... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060816 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Alan: She docked your pay without telling you? And then told you how good you had it? Insane!
/ Carol: I'll have to go into savings to make my rent! / Carol: Calvin and Christie have been our new bosses for two weeks, and they've shown up for work maybe four days!
/ Alan: So I've noticed. Something's... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060818 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | E-mail: FROM: christie@yp.com
/ TO: tiffany@yp.com
/ Tiffany,
/ The email you cc'ed me on to Uranus Urinals was entirely unprofessional. All company correspondence must include Yesman & Puckerup's NINE (NOT FIVE!) digit ZIP code and legal disclaimer I wrote and sent to everyone two weeks ago. / E-mail:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060821 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Narrator: That night at Artopia, Alan preps for his drawing class...
/ Alan: Andy, I need a dais for the model. Go ask the new dance teacher if she has a spare, will you?
/ Andy: Sure, Alan. / Narrator: Seven minutes later...
/ Alan: Jason, will you go see what happened to Andy? Time's a-wastin' here.
/ Jason:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060823 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [ALAN]:SO WHEN YOU SAID "I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.."
/ [HALEY]:ALAN,THE BEST WAY FOR ME TO APOLOGISE FOR MY WRTETCHED BEHAVIOUR IS TO TELL YOU THAT I'VE QUIT THE NSA.
/ [ALAN]:AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE TEACHING BALLET?WHY NOT JUST CUT ANOTHER CD? / [HALEY]:WELL,EHRM...MY TIES TO THE MUSIC INDUSTRY WERE DEPENDENT... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060825 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Dave is holding his cell phone.]]
/ Narrator: And speaking of Romance...
/ < http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060828 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | I'm old. After weeks of being unable to get the guys to go out for drinks...
/ I have to stay in with the wife and kid...
/ I have to work early tomorrow... / ... I drag my wife out to a bag one Saturday night.
/ But it's only six o'clock! / Two pints later...
/ Let's go home.
/ It's only 7:30!
/ I think... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060830 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Good morning, Tifany.
/ You mean "good afternoon." Did Christie come in today, Calvin?
/ Ehn, she was, uh, up sick, all night.
/ Oh! well.... / THAT explains this email she sent me at 3am calling me an "inadequate mongoloid rhesus monkey..." because I didn't tell her about the package from Bangalore,... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060901 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Alan is pouring coffee into a mug bearing the letters 'WTF'. Carol, holding a cup of tea, leans towards him with a sexy expression.]]
/ Carol (musically): Good morning, handsome!
/ Alan: Uhh, good... morning... you? / [[Calvin enters, angry.]]
/ Alan, we need to talk. You missed two deadlines last week... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060904 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Title card: In Calvin's office...]]
/ Calvin: ...And why doesn't this Flash animation you made work on my computer?
/ Alan: Maybe your online casino there is taking up RAM?
/ Calvin: Uhmm, whoa! How did that get there? / [[The room darkens as Christie, in monstrous form, enters.]]
/ Christie: Calvin!... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060906 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Tiffany and Carol are at Heine Brothers' Coffee.]]
/ Tiffany: So when is Alan gonna get here?
/ Carol: He said that he had to go home and get something first. Do you think he's right? About our jobs being outsourced to India? / Carol: Pfft! No! It doesn't make sense! We're an ad agency! You can't outsource... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060908 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | {{A Lesson in Modern American Economics, Using Star Wars as Metaphor.
/ Presented in 2 parts - Written and Narrated by Alan Woods, esq.}}
/ Alan: We'll fix it in post! / VO: "It used to be like THIS: Company owners would hire local employees based on their ability to perform specific daily tasks."
/ Darth... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060911 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | {{A Lesson in Modern American Economics Using Star Wars as Metaphor. Presented in 2 parts - Written and Narrated by Alan Woods, esq.}}
/ Alan: Make it work! / V.O.: And when the greed gets REALLY bad? The company hires some hot-shot M.B.A. who has a reputation for 'QUICK RESULTS.'
/ Darth Vader:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060913 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[At coffeeshop: Tiffany, Alan, Carol]]
/ Tiffany: That is ASININE! The company is not trying to make us QUIT!
/ Alan: Then why all the packages and papers from INDIA?
/ Tiffany: How could INDIA create media for the U.S. MARKET?
/ Alan: Stock photography. Plus all those TEMPLATES that come with our design... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060915 |