Matt knows someone, who I will refer to as Cool J, as a regular customer at his place of employ. A thoroughly hilarious and generous woman, she has come to his Groundlings class show and given us tickets to her concert. After a prolonged absence, Matt saw her in line last week, and they were glad to see each other. (Do not mistake the quotations to mean that the conversation below is exactly what was said. I have some artistic license.)
M: ‘So what have you been working on?’ Matt puts up the filter that his brain uses in order to understand her thick Kiwi accent.
Cool J: ‘Sparklers. Tits everywhere.’
M: ‘Sparklers?’
Cool J: ‘No. Sparklers. You know, with gladiators.’
M: ‘Oooh. Okay.’
Matt had to come home and look up her IMDB page. Spartacus. That’s what she’s been working on. Tits everywhere.
