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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...
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...
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:...
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...
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! / <> / Skip: Augh! Dave! The Bathroom smells like a slaughterhouse in August! / Dave: Hey, Puerto Vallarta had all you can...
 
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...
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......
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...
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...
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!
 
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? / <> / Ceaser: like many humen...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
 
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. / <> / [[Calvin checks his pager.]] / Calvin: Ooo!...
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...
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...
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:...
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:...
 
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...
s u b u r b a n t r i b e [[Dave is holding his cell phone.]] / Narrator: And speaking of Romance... / <> / Dave: Aw, JEEZ! / Dave: NO, Jessica! / Jessica (O.S.): Dave, c'mon! Please come over? / [[Jessica, on phone]] / Jessica: I've had a hard day at work and I hate drinking alone! / Dave (O.S.): You do?...
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...
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,...
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...
 
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!...
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...
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...
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:...
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...
 

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