Sharon looking around under fabric
S: Who stole my fabric shears?
Morty hands Sharon her shears.
M: Here are your scissors. I had to cut some tape, sorry.
S: Excuse me.
S: You did WHAT with my GOOD SHEARS!?
M: I cut tape! I’m Sorry!
S (with fire in her eyes and the white hot intensity of a thousand dying suns): YOU DON’T DESERVE THESE!
Transcript:
Steve and Morty are in the booth.
M (on headset): Sound stand-by.
S (on headset): Standing by.
S (thoughts): Don’t screw up. Don’t screw up. Don’t screw up. Don’t screw up…
S (sweating and nervous and on headset): Um..
S: How long until that–
M: Sound go!
S: Damn it!
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