Mr. Drummond was too busy banging Mrs. Garrett. Dana Plato was off giving blow jobs for heroin.
Don’t even get me started on Tootie. All these years later it’s still too difficult to go there. Why tootie? Why?
So the question remains… Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout Willis?
Or did I just sneeze?
We feel you.
We still have no idea what you’re talking about. But at least we’ve begun asking the question.
It’s cocaine. Isn’t it?
Yeah. That’s probably it.