[Dandy decides to check out the grocery store first. Although he really should have bigger things on his mind, he's currently holding two different boxes of cereal: a box of Frosted Flakes in his left hand, and a box of Froot Loops in the other.
He turns to the nearest unfortunate individual.]
Excuse me? Which one of these is better, you you say? I do like the cartoon tiger a bit more than the cartoon bird, but the bird's cereal is more colorful.
2 //
[When he hears a scream, of course he has to go investigate. Not out of any sort of concern for the person in question, but rather because there might be a gruesome scene to behold and there's no way he's missing out on that. He's bored and a mangled body would really brighten his day a bit.
But he looks, and he looks, and he looks...and now he's getting tired. He did miss his nap today, and doesn't really think any more of it than that. Turning back towards town, he notices another person a little ways away.]
Hello? Was that you who made that noise? Are you hurt?
[He sounds a little too excited about that last question.]
3 //
[The one good thing about being in jail was that he had a, literally, captive audience. He's decided to take this opportunity to ramble on, and on, and on, about his hopes and dreams of stardom.]
I feel like Burt Lancaster right now. You have seen Brute Force, haven't you? It's a classic. Mother didn't want me to see it. She said crime films are too provocative, a prison film even moreso, but I wore her down and I saw it six times in theater.
[He leans dramatically up against the bars of the cell, arm above his head.]
I would be phenomenal in that role. I even know most of the lines. I know a lot of film scripts, actually. There wasn't much to do back home so I'd stay in all day just rehearsing by myself...
[And he'll just keep talking about his acting methods and vocal warm ups and other fascinating topics until he's interrupted.]
Dandy Mott | American Horror Story
[Dandy decides to check out the grocery store first. Although he really should have bigger things on his mind, he's currently holding two different boxes of cereal: a box of Frosted Flakes in his left hand, and a box of Froot Loops in the other.
He turns to the nearest unfortunate individual.]
Excuse me? Which one of these is better, you you say? I do like the cartoon tiger a bit more than the cartoon bird, but the bird's cereal is more colorful.
2 //
[When he hears a scream, of course he has to go investigate. Not out of any sort of concern for the person in question, but rather because there might be a gruesome scene to behold and there's no way he's missing out on that. He's bored and a mangled body would really brighten his day a bit.
But he looks, and he looks, and he looks...and now he's getting tired. He did miss his nap today, and doesn't really think any more of it than that. Turning back towards town, he notices another person a little ways away.]
Hello? Was that you who made that noise? Are you hurt?
[He sounds a little too excited about that last question.]
3 //
[The one good thing about being in jail was that he had a, literally, captive audience. He's decided to take this opportunity to ramble on, and on, and on, about his hopes and dreams of stardom.]
I feel like Burt Lancaster right now. You have seen Brute Force, haven't you? It's a classic. Mother didn't want me to see it. She said crime films are too provocative, a prison film even moreso, but I wore her down and I saw it six times in theater.
[He leans dramatically up against the bars of the cell, arm above his head.]
I would be phenomenal in that role. I even know most of the lines. I know a lot of film scripts, actually. There wasn't much to do back home so I'd stay in all day just rehearsing by myself...
[And he'll just keep talking about his acting methods and vocal warm ups and other fascinating topics until he's interrupted.]