<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:17:03.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Write Anchorman 2</title><subtitle type='html'>I think it would be pretty sweet to collaborate with Will Ferrell and Adam McKay on the script for Anchorman 2 so here is one idea per day for things that can happen in the movie. So, without further (or any) ado, here are ideas for Anchorman 2: Electric The Balls-Aloo.
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***Named a "Best Blog" (College Humor)***</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1273766551024214262</id><published>2008-09-05T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:02:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Anchorman 2 Blog</title><content type='html'>It was retardedly fun writing these. I want to thank everyone who read any entry on here. It means so much to me. I'm a little sad that it's over but it doesn't look like I'm going to write Anchorman 2 so it has to end. Hold on, the phone's ringing. Could it be? Nope, it's my mom. It's times like these I wish Adam McKay was my mom. Anyway, good bye Anchorman 2 blog. I can't wait to write the Anchorman 3 blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin Tor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1273766551024214262?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1273766551024214262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1273766551024214262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1273766551024214262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1273766551024214262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-anchorman-2-blog.html' title='Goodbye Anchorman 2 Blog'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8689282492428393371</id><published>2008-09-05T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:56:51.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #100</title><content type='html'>Ron is back with Channel Four News (see Ideas &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-96.html"&gt;#96&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-97.html"&gt;#97&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-98.html"&gt;#98&lt;/a&gt;). He has a new office (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-99.html"&gt;Idea #99&lt;/a&gt;). He goes out on his ritual pre-news walk to clear his head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron walks through the park. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a twenty dollar bill moving through the grass. He heads for it. As the bill comes to a stop, Ron reaches down to pick it up. As he grabs one side of the bill, a manicured hand grabs the other side. Ron and a beautiful woman lock eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't you Ron Burgundy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up fantasizing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood up fantasizing about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; I'm still fantasizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me, Ron Burgundy! I want to be yours forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She jumps at Ron and kisses him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; you to be mine forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They keep kissing and fall into the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the news station. Ron and Brian are getting their makeup done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are not going to believe what happened at the park today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found twenty dollars and the woman of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's her name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know it never came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But her dad is a billionaire. She loves my voice. She has two vaginas. She loves jazz flute. She-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold up. She has two vaginas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup and one of them is still a virgin. She's saving that for our wedding night but if it's anything like the other one...oh baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds like you had a good walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best ten minutes of my life. Now, let's knock this show out of the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the end of the news telecast. Ron addresses the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The toddler sang Brahms' "Lullaby" and the grizzly bear fell asleep right there in their living room. Amazing. Well that's going to do it. I'm so glad to be back and, as always, you stay classy, San Diego. I've missed you. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PA (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we're out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garth Holliday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great show guys. Ron, welcome back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Garth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed Harken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations, Ron. The ratings are in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was fast, Ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed Harken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really was. Anyway, number one! Let's all celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron, Brick, Brian, and Champ celebrate and jump up and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freeze on Champ. Written below him: "Champ Kind fell out of sports after a scandal involving him and Joe Theismann. He opened a tattoo parlor that only sold tattoos for ladies' lower backs. Business boomed. There are currently fifteen Champ's Tramp Stamps locations on the West Coast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freeze on Brick. Written below him: "Brick Tamland, tired of not understanding much of anything people were saying, signed up for human testing of an experimental surgery that increased the intelligence of a lab mouse. It worked and he became vastly smarter. Intelligence was a burden, though. He was aloof and stopped talking to Ron and Brian. Learning that the lab mouse regressed back to its original intelligence and died, Brick attempted to use his new mental capacity to stop it from happening to him. Sadly, Brick could not work fast enough and went back to his original self. The next day, he got the new issue of Highlights in the mail and forgot all about it. Brick loves finding the hidden pictures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freeze on Brian. Written below him: "Brian Fantana became a consultant for men that want to come up with cool names for their penis and testicles. He owns a ranch in Arizona."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freeze on Ron. Written below him: "Ron Burgundy married Beautiful Woman (or 'B Dubs' as he calls her) five days after his return. Ron finished his career as an anchor for the number one-rated news station in San Diego in 1994. Ron and B Dubs currently live in Solana Beach with their three heterosexual (specified by Ron) sons."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8689282492428393371?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8689282492428393371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8689282492428393371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8689282492428393371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8689282492428393371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-100.html' title='Idea #100'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5721666237291862873</id><published>2008-09-04T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:29:39.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #99</title><content type='html'>Ron skips day three of training because he felt he got all he needed from days one and two (see Ideas &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-97.html"&gt;#97&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-98.html"&gt;#98&lt;/a&gt;). He is ready to return to his old spot as anchorman of Channel Four News. His first day back begins at the station. Ron and Brian walk through the cubicles to Ron's office.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that we knew you were coming back but we didn't want anyone to have your office so we kinda retired it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They arrive at Ron's office. Champ and Brick are waiting there. Champ is holding bolt cutters. There's a big padlock on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one has used or gone in your office since you left in 1977.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So no one's been in there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even a cleaning person. It's probably covered in dust and cobwebs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not with this padlock. I put it on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ, you know a padlock can't keep out dust and spiders or any insect for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(stares with confusion at Champ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't we just open her up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ uses the bolt cutters to break the padlock. The lock falls to the ground. Ron opens the door. Ron ducks as a bird flies past him and into the station. The window in his office is open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That window's been open for six years. I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(composes himself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a new office. It's a fresh start. Fresh start. Fresh office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New office. Sure. No problem. There's one over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron, Brian, and Champ walk away but Brick stays and stares into Ron's old office. There is a lion's purr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick, you coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to play with the kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick goes in the office and closes the door. There is a loud roar and a crash. After a moment, Brick laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My turn, kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is another loud crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron, Brian, and Champ at an empty office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will do just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna go grab a drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's good to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron, Brian, and Champ walk through the station to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the closed door of Ron's old office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick, you coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick opens the door. His suit is torn and there's blood all around his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5721666237291862873?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5721666237291862873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5721666237291862873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5721666237291862873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5721666237291862873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-99.html' title='Idea #99'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-751641273044782315</id><published>2008-09-03T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:51:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #98</title><content type='html'>Ron is in Day Two (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-97.html"&gt;Idea #97&lt;/a&gt;) of training for his return to Channel Four News. The song "Eye of the Tiger" still plays.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to Ron sitting at the breakfast table. His face is smeared with black newspaper print all over the right side. He takes a deep breath and lifts a spoon with shredded newspaper on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you sure about this? Isn't the ink poisonous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brian putting strawberries and bananas into a blender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to eat, drink, and sleep the news. I can't think of a more literal way to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian puts a newspaper in the blender and hits the button to blend it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron putting the spoon with the shredded newspaper into his mouth and chewing regrettably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mouth full)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is going to go badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron working a punching bag with Champ behind it. Cut to the front to show Wes Mantooth's face at the top of the bag. Ron lets out a flurry of punches and then screams as he goes for the knockout blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron doing Tai Chi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron watching tapes of himself when he was in his prime at Channel Four News.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron vomiting in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, God! It's black! I think I'm dying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brick wearing a Ronald Reagan mask. Ron is sitting next to Reagan Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. President, why do we need a Strategic Defense Initiative? What are you not telling the American people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(bad Reagan impression)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's precautionary. There's nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sir, that is a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(bad Reagan impression)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Force him to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron gets up to attack Reagan Brick but Champ, dressed like Secret Service, pushes Ron back into his seat. Ron thinks. He gets up and leaves the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be right back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Reagan Brick looking sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're going to talk or-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron with a gun at a monkey's head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's bedtime for Bonzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(bad Reagan impression)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok! I'll talk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(regular voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't hurt the monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick takes the monkey and hugs it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we have a whole third day of training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I feel ready now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent a lot of money on training supplies for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have receipts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of it was bought on the black market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-751641273044782315?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/751641273044782315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=751641273044782315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/751641273044782315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/751641273044782315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-98.html' title='Idea #98'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5503640993934224550</id><published>2008-09-02T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:39:34.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #97</title><content type='html'>Ron readies himself to return to the position of anchorman at Channel Four News (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-96.html"&gt;Idea #96&lt;/a&gt;). Brian, Champ, and Brick come over to Ron's house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, gentlemen, I need to get back into top anchoring form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Eye of the Tiger" starts playing. The words "DAY ONE" appear at the lower left as Ron's head appears over a level surface like he's doing a pull-up. He takes his right hand off the surface and points off camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron returns to below the level surface. The camera pulls back to show a news desk and Ron pulls himself up from behind it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's the news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's the news? Find it, Ron! Find it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat then pointing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There! There!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cut to Brick peeking out from behind the news camera holding cue cards. Cut to Champ high-fiving Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cut to Ron running with a microphone next to Brick wearing a gray wig, a dress, and crown. Brian and Champ ride next to them in a truck. Joggers are jumping out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your highness! Queen Elizabeth! Queen Elizabeth! Ron Burgundy, Channel Four News! A few questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in bad old lady British accent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, thank you. Just getting in my morning run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try harder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please, your highness! Just a moment of your time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in bad old lady British accent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is your health?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask the tough questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is your health?!? That's a question a number two station asks! Do we want number two?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(gathers breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your highness, is it true that Prince Charles and Lady Di are having problems?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron doubles over and vomits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tune in tomorrow for Day Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5503640993934224550?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5503640993934224550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5503640993934224550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5503640993934224550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5503640993934224550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-97.html' title='Idea #97'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4480733324077262999</id><published>2008-09-01T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:38:54.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #96</title><content type='html'>Ron arrives at Ed Harken's office (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-95.html"&gt;Idea #95&lt;/a&gt;). He is all cleaned up and looking sharp. Ed and Ron shake hands followed by Ed motioning Ron to sit, which he does.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-22.html"&gt;Idea #22&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say I'm sorry about that whole Diversity thing. I was cocky and I guess I didn't care if I burned some bridges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's water under the bridge and we can use that water to put out the bridge fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's good. I miss this place. This is where I became The Ron Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure you've read about the station's ratings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right. Well, we are now third in San Diego and we want you to bring us back to first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can do that. Who's first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth and Channel Nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought Mantooth left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did but he came back last year and rocketed Channel Nine to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is unacceptable. Ed, I will bring Channel Four back to number one. Wes Mantooth? More like Wes Girltooth. Or even Wes Tooth. Cause there's nothing manly about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get it. When can you start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me three days and I'll be back and ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron gets up and shakes Ed's hand. Ron heads out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Ron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron turns back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone's counting on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4480733324077262999?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4480733324077262999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4480733324077262999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4480733324077262999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4480733324077262999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/09/idea-96.html' title='Idea #96'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1525451349915474684</id><published>2008-08-31T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:08:42.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #95</title><content type='html'>Brian goes to Ron's house. The year is 1983. Brian is holding a pet cage. He rings the doorbell. Nothing happens. He rings it again and looks through a window.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(shouting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon, Ron! Open up! You can't stay in there forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron, with a full beard and looking horrible, opens the door. Brian pushes his way in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You lost your job two months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not your fault that World News couldn't compete with CNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is. I told them we could do what CNN did but in two hours because I didn't want to spend that much time at the station. So, Veronica and I had to talk really fast to get it all in. We lost viewers quicker than "Joanie Loves Chachi." The human brain can't process information that fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know all of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I got you something that will cheer you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian goes into the animal cage and pulls out a little puppy. He is a terrier mix just like Baxter. Brian holds the dog in his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(almost in tears)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That looks like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baxter, I know. I got him for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian brings the dog to Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured since it's been over a year since you lost him. Now, you can't feed this one whole wheels of cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't. That was really stupid. Once he did it the first time, I was so impressed that I just kept leaving wheels of cheese in the fridge every time I left the house. That dog was not well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, the house kinda still smells like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, that's me. Thanks, Brian. You're a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One last thing. I talked to Ed Harken. He wants you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you are. Come down to the station tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron nods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And take a shower first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian walks to the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to dog in his arms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I'm going to take a shower and then we are going to get into bed. I have a big day tomorrow. I got some PJs for you. They might be a little big though. They were worn by a really good friend of mine. I don't think he would mind you borrowing them, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1525451349915474684?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1525451349915474684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1525451349915474684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1525451349915474684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1525451349915474684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-95.html' title='Idea #95'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5639726745753241343</id><published>2008-08-30T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T06:43:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #94</title><content type='html'>Ron guest stars on "The Muppet Show." The scene opens with Ron Burgundy in a leather jacket sitting on some bleachers. He is surrounded by Fozzie, Gonzo, and Rizzo the Rat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonzo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I wanna hear about what Ron did at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nothin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fozzie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sarcastic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure, nothin' Burgundy. Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rizzo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonzo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon. Tell us about the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to a scene at a lunch table with Miss Piggy surrounded by Camilla, Olivia Newton-John, and Janice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you do this summer, Miss Piggy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent most of it at the beach. I met a human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia Newton-John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You went all the way to the beach for some human?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This human was special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia Newton-John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There ain't no such thing. I should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was really romantic and he had a great mustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back to Ron and the guys on the bleachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon, man. Tell us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, boys, the snout on this girl. But you don't want to hear about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fozzie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, I'll tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They break into a rousing rendition of "Summer Love" replacing every "girl" with "pig" and every "boy" with "human." We pick up with the last verse. Ron and Miss Piggy have their backs to each other but are unaware of each other's presence. It's more for stage effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(singing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It turned colder, that's where it ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(singing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I told her, we'd still be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(singing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we made, our true love vow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(singing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was a pig, the size of a cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(singing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer breeze between two species but, oh, those summer nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Miss Piggy look sad as the girls and guys look on. The screen fades to black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5639726745753241343?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5639726745753241343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5639726745753241343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5639726745753241343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5639726745753241343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-94.html' title='Idea #94'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6172731387341771494</id><published>2008-08-29T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:33:01.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #93</title><content type='html'>Champ and Brian set up a fake beauty pageant at the news station after hours to get more attractive girls to pay attention to them. Brick agrees to be a judge with them and Ron will be Master of Ceremonies. Participants in the beauty pageant are "one of each" according to Champ: Mabel (brunette), Jackie (red), Holly (blonde), and Lupe (not white). Ron comes out in a nice tuxedo holding a microphone that is not plugged into anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the Miss Lower San Diego Pageant. In our...uh...fifteenth year of operation. Let's have the ladies come out and walk around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mabel, Jackie, Holly, and Lupe walk around in dresses and heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While they are getting dressed, let's meet the judges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron walks over to the judges at their pushed together desks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ Kind who is currently single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very handsome Brian Fantana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(embarrassed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Brick Tamland...the...uh...weatherman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(embarrassed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, enough chit chat, let's get on with the show. Our first event is the Evening Gown comp-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bathing suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start with bathing suits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Splendid idea. Ladies? Bathing suits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two piece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two piece bathing suits. Let's go go go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The women go back inside to change with confused looks on their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was great, Champ. Who cares about dresses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know. It just hit me. I was thinking, "I want to see more skin." And it popped into my head: swimsuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron walks over to the dressing room (Ron's office). He cracks the door, then knocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you girls almost ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(staring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice, Holly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron closes the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on out, ladies! First is Mabel. She is a woman. She likes to swim, apparently. Next, we have Jackie with boobies. Then, Holly who is even better topless and finally, Lupe who is foreign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls walk out in their bikinis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the judges will tally scores while you get ready for the talent-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No talent. I want to see Holly in Jackie's bikini, Lupe in Holly's, Jackie, in Mabel's, and Mabel in Lupe's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the girls dressed up in the appropriate bathing suits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I want to see Jackie in Lupe's, Holly in Mabel's, Mabel in Jackie's, and Lupe in Holly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lupe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm in Holly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you look fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the girls dressed up in the appropriate bathing suits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I want Jackie in nothing, Holly in peanut butter and jelly, Mabel in my lap, and Lupe in Holly's. You really look great in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this a real pageant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty years running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said fifteen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I? Well, this pageant, in particular, is fifteen years but we've been running pageants for twenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think there is a Miss Lower San Diego Pageant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? Do you think this is some not-so-elaborate ruse to get hot, sexy women to spend an evening with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you as observant as you are attractive. Let's cut the bull and party. How does that sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls look at each other and shrug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got nothing else to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds like a yes to me. Dibs on Lupe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lupe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6172731387341771494?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6172731387341771494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6172731387341771494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6172731387341771494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6172731387341771494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-93.html' title='Idea #93'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-2744880937495467587</id><published>2008-08-28T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:36:34.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #92</title><content type='html'>Ron arrives on the set of "Mork and Mindy." He does not know what to expect. Pam Dawber is the first person he runs into.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pam Dawber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron Burgundy? I'm Pam Dawber. I play Mindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(grabs her hand and kisses it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enchanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pam Dawber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw you on "The Love Boat." You're very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How nice of you to say. I'd like to hear more about how good I am. How about after the shoot-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Robin Williams comes running up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, you must be Ron Burgundy. Although you seem more of a Ron Peach or a Ron Tan. It's going to be a lot of fun on the set today. We tend to get a little crazy. What am I saying, a lot of crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(makes some crazy noises and hand gestures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boop. Bop. Wang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(extends hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(shakes hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Robin Williams but you can call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(acts demure and talks in high-pitched voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Funnybritches. I do so love that you're on the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(clears throat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate when she comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(smacks own face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad Mrs. Funnybritches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(high-pitched voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(regular voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(smacks own face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That should take care of her. So, you're a news man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(puts finger to ear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This just in: Mork and Mindy is very excited to have Ron Burgundy on the set. Coming up after the break: hula hoops: fun toy or dangerous geometry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron stares on in shock as Robin Williams pretends to hula hoop while getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help! Stop this thing! It's hurting me! I can't stop swiveling my hips! I must look like Elvis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Elvis voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. Thank you very much. This next one goes out to Ron Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Heartbreak Hotel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Ron Burgundy showed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stood open-mouthed and stared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Robin Williams hula hooping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around like Elvis, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron Burgundy's frightened, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron Burgundy's frightened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron Burgundy's frightened and wants to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Robin Williams goes into a knee slide with arms extended out. He's fake heavy-breathing like at the end of a Broadway number. Pam Dawber and all the crew erupt in applause. Robin Williams stands up and waves around appreciative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. You're too kind. Now, you're not kind enough. Ok, too kind again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(walks up to Ron)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Ron, how did you like your Welcome Wagon. Although it wasn't much of a wagon. It was more of a Welcome-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Village Idiot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(turns to him seriously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you call me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Welcome Village Idiot. It's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pam Dawber waves her arms in the background trying to stop Ron. Robin Williams' eyes turn all white. His already hairy arms become more so. He lets out a scream that turns into a howl. Before Ron's eyes, Robin Williams begins to change. He rises three feet in height. His clothes rip from his body as he gains muscle mass. His hands turn into massive claws with razor-sharp nails. His mouth and nose extend out from his face into a snout. Werewolf Robin Williams snarls menacingly over Ron. Drool drips down and splashes the floor by Ron's shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Werewolf Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(deep voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was a big mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As Werewolf Robin Williams crouches down to launch himself at Ron, two men with stun guns zap Werewolf Robin Willaims. He convulses and falls to the ground. One of the men puts his stun gun away and pulls out a syringe. They inject it into Werewolf Robin Williams' arm. He slowly turns back into a sweaty, naked, less hairy, regular Robin Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron Burgundy at the age of 70 on his porch. A young boy sits across from him. They are drinking lemonade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the most scared I've ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, Grandpa, no wonder why Robin Williams still gets work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to say no to a werewolf. It's best to just smile, laugh, and wait for it to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall we go see how your grandma's doing with those brownies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grandpa Ron and the young boy go inside the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pam, how are those brownies coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-2744880937495467587?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2744880937495467587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=2744880937495467587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2744880937495467587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2744880937495467587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-92.html' title='Idea #92'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7561176914917130727</id><published>2008-08-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:36:58.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #91</title><content type='html'>Fresh off his critically-acclaimed turn on "The Love Boat" (see Idea #s &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-87.html"&gt;87&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-88.html"&gt;88&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-89.html"&gt;89&lt;/a&gt;), Ron gets offers from many hit television shows. Ron sits in his office with Champ, Brian, and Brick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm supposed to play Ponch's brother though I think I look more like the other guy and then I'm going to be on this show, "Mork and Mindy" with some comedian named Robin Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not done talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I'm doing "The Muppet Show" where I sing a song with Miss Piggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, you may speak Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think you can get me a part on any of these shows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd love to but, seriously, you are not an attractive man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(accepting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They only put amazingly handsome gentlemen like myself. If anyone here could get a part, it would be Brian but that would be stretching it as he's only eighty percent amazingly handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(upbeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mention it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom says I'm handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazingly handsome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(dejected)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, just regular handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, guys, if I get my own show, I promise to have each of you on it in small parts or cast really great looking people in the parts you were supposed to get but have your names in the credits instead of theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That doesn't sound like a good deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a limited time offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How could it-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(leans in to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we should take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(leans in to Brian and Champ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine, we'll take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great. Now, leave my office. I need to get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ, Brian, and Brick stand up to exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The news starts in twenty minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then wake me in fifteen. How hard is this? That's it. Brick's part played by someone else is going to be bigger than yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ's too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you wake me, I like three taps on the shoulder. I can't stand shaking. That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ, Brian, and Brick leave Ron's office. Ron takes out two cucumber slices and puts them on his eyes and then leans back in his chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-7561176914917130727?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7561176914917130727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=7561176914917130727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7561176914917130727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7561176914917130727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-91.html' title='Idea #91'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7889861363225219072</id><published>2008-08-26T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:26:12.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #90</title><content type='html'>After having a great kissing scene with Ann-Margret on the set of "The Love Boat" (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-89.html"&gt;Idea #89&lt;/a&gt;), Ron finds himself making out with her in her dressing room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(heavily breathing, in between kisses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is wrong. I have a husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I warned you about my lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have believed you. Carry me to the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron lifts her up and lays her down on the bed. He rips open her blouse exposing her bra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody can know about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will tell no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to next day at the office. Ron is sitting in his office with Brian, Champ, and Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally bagged Ann-Margret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tigress. She said I was better than Elvis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does that complete the set?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What set?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron stands up and walks over to a portrait of himself hanging on the wall. He swivels it out from the wall to reveal a safe. Meticulously, he enters the combination and the safe door opens. He pulls out a scroll. He lets the end fall and it unrolls across the office carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see Brick, growing up, Elvis was the biggest sex symbol there ever was. I knew that if I wanted to be the greatest sexual specimen in the universe, I was going to have to be better than Elvis. I compiled a list of every woman Elvis has ever been with: Cybill Shepherd, Peggy Lipton, Cher, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You slept with Cher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did and everyone else on this list except Ann-Margret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that other pile of papers in the safe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are all written letters attesting to the fact that I am a better lover than Elvis. And now I can add Ann-Margret to the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron removes a letter from his pocket. He unfolds it and puts it on top of the pile in the safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am the greatest lover of all time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron raises his fist and stands triumphant for a moment. Then, he puts his fist down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That took longer than I expected. Elvis was a real man whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you going to do next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. I got this five hundred piece puzzle of a country chateau. Maybe I'll tackle that next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hungry. You wanna get lunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I could really go for Italian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron leaves everything where it was (scroll on floor, safe open) as he and the guys walk out of the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-7889861363225219072?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7889861363225219072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=7889861363225219072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7889861363225219072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7889861363225219072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-90.html' title='Idea #90'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-2469559650109918913</id><published>2008-08-25T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:07:21.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #89</title><content type='html'>Ron is on the set of "The Love Boat." He and the director had some problems in an earlier scene (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-88.html"&gt;Idea #88&lt;/a&gt;) but Ron has kept to the script lately knowing it would get him to this scene. The current scene is the kiss between Ron and Ann-Margret.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, Ron, I'm sure you'll be a gentleman despite your attraction to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret, I'm shocked! I just hope you can resist these lips. For decades, women have been getting lost in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if anything happens, it's my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, everyone. Scene forty-four. Let's get Ron ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two guys with buckets come up to Ron. They soak him in water. The hair and makeup girl comes over and combs his hair nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron is held to look like he's hanging from the boat by two men dressed like deck hands. Bernie Kopell is standing behind the two deck hands. Ann-Margret stands next to Gavin MacLeod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The two deck hands drag Ron onto the boat. Bernie Kopell tends to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gavin MacLeod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Captain Stubing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Bianca Sheppard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was walking along the deck and he yelled out, "I'll get it!" as he dove past me off the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gavin MacLeod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Captain Stubing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Bianca Sheppard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met on the ship and he's been...trying to get my attention. I hope he's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron coughs out some water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bernie Kopell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Doc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's going to be fine. A little water down the wrong pipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron groans. His right hand is closed tightly in a fist. He sits up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bernie Kopell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Doc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take it easy, Mr. Barnes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You dropped this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron opens his fist to show a diamond earring. Ann-Margret looks at it and checks her ear in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Bianca Sheppard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My earring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ann-Margret squats down to take it from him but remains at Ron's level with a look of wonder on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw you walking on the deck and I saw this sparkle fall from your ear and bounce off the boat. I remember how you told me they were your grandmother's earrings and how much they meant to you. I knew you would be upset if you lost it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I jumped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ann-Margret leans in and kisses Ron. She lingers a bit and parts from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Bianca Sheppard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They kiss again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bernie Kopell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Doc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I guess he's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone else walks away as the Ron and Ann-Margret kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut. That was great everyone. Shall we do another take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! I mean for safety's sake if that's ok with Ann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another take would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ann-Margret smiles at Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hastily)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are those buckets! Places people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-2469559650109918913?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2469559650109918913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=2469559650109918913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2469559650109918913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2469559650109918913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-89.html' title='Idea #89'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3720209728371561827</id><published>2008-08-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:19:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #88</title><content type='html'>Ron arrives on the set of "The Love Boat" (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-87.html"&gt;Idea #87&lt;/a&gt;). He meets with Jim Hubert, the director of this episode.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, nice to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pleasure. I'm a big fan of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to move quickly through scenes. Do you know your lines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to improvise in the manner of Chevy Chase or Billiam Murray. I know what the scenes call for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't improvise here. While you're in makeup, go over them some more. I want you to know them backwards and forwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the bar set. Cameras are aimed at the desired locations. Ron is sitting at the bar. Ted Lange is behind the bar as Isaac. Ann-Margret is at the end of the bar and no one is located between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Places and...action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Ann-Margret exchange glances. There may be interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ted Lange comes over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ted Lange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Isaac)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Barnes, what can I do for you? Another scotch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, two more. Let me ask you. Who is that fine piece of tail at the end of the bar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Ron)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, please stick to the script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(lifts glass)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quick question. Can we have some real scotch in here instead of this apple juice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Let's get ready for take 2. If you need a line, Ron, ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiet on the set and...action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ted Lange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Isaac)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another scotch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure. Isaac, who is that sweet piece of sugar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash forward. Take eight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac, who is that at the end of the bar and tell me she's not a hooker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jim Hubert screams in anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash forward. Take fifteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac, is that a General at the end of the bar because my little soldier's saluting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jim Hubert kicks over his director's chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash forward. Take thirty-two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac, is that Ann-Margret's sexy twin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron winks at Ann-Margret. She smiles. Jim Hubert punches the cameraman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash forward. Take forty-one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac, I'm going to lick that girl's toes. What's her story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jim Hubert tries to attack Ron but assistants hold him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash forward. Take forty-five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as Laszlo Barnes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac, who's the little lady at the end of the bar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut! That was the right line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cameraman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(with black eye)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ran out of film halfway through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit! Shit. Shit. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron walks up to Ann-Margret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I was just playing a character but I meant everything I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's very sweet of you but I'm married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, for ten years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. Is there any chance you'd like to break your vows for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron indicates himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I was a woman of lesser morals, absolutely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're too kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, we have film. Ron, can you do it the same way as take forty-five?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can do it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim Hubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking for the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suit yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come back tomorrow for the kissing scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3720209728371561827?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3720209728371561827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3720209728371561827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3720209728371561827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3720209728371561827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-88.html' title='Idea #88'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5246625623919610572</id><published>2008-08-23T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:43:05.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #87</title><content type='html'>Ron walks into the news station wearing a ship captain's hat. Brian and Brick walk up to him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's with the hat, Ron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Captain Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this because of the Love Boat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best show on television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best show on television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you watch it, Brick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have the best people on that show. The guest stars alone. I would kill to be on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin Ed is a producer on it. Maybe he can get you a part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call him right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call him or I'll tell everyone about that thing you don't want everyone to know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What thing? Are you just making it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you take that chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to later in Ron's office. Ron extends an old ship telescope and looks through it. The angle is a distorted closeup of things in his office. The shot continues to the doorway and we see a fun house version of Brian's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to regular view of office. Ron collapses the telescope and puts it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have a part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super! What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get to board the ship and shake the captain's hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An extra? I want a love story! I want to fall in love on the Love Boat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those go to real stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a real star! Call him back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It goes to real actors. I don't think he can get-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real actors? Charo was on it. I can act Charo into a paper bag or whatever the saying is. Make it happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Ron-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big secret. Whole office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to later. Brian walks into Ron's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gopher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a character on the show that gets things done. It's a complement. You'd be laughing right now if you watched the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever. You're getting a love story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really? That's fantastic! Bravo, Brian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(pumps fist)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll get you the information on when you have to report to the set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know who my love interest is going to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ann-Margret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viva Las Vegas' Rusty Martin? Bye Bye Birdie's Kim McAfee? The Flintstone's Ann-Margrock? Wow! Maybe after the Love Boat, we can have a Love Car Ride to my Love Home and get in my Love Bed and do the Love Sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was there even a secret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, there wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tune in tomorrow for the beginning of Ron Burgundy's episode of the Love Boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5246625623919610572?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5246625623919610572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5246625623919610572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5246625623919610572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5246625623919610572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-87.html' title='Idea #87'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3407963366186142339</id><published>2008-08-22T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:17:01.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #86</title><content type='html'>Ron walks into the men's room at the news station. Brian is shaving at the sink. Ron heads to the sink and puts some water on his face. They are both hung over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was a crazy party last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a dream I was making out with a muppet and I woke up to find I was licking the back of some girl's head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually fell asleep on a girl's boob. Not as comfortable as you would think. Left a mark too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian turns to Ron and points at his forehead. Brian has an impression shaped like a nipple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian shaves the last spot on his face and then throws the razor in the garbage. Ron sees this and looks shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why'd you throw out your razor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's one of those new disposable ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disposable razors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, shave and throw it out. They're really cheap and also, there's some other shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut! What was that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Director walks up to Ron and Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you guys to stick to the script. I don't know why the Bic company wants you two to do this but they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because we're real men. Good looking men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just stick to the-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men that built the Hoover Dam and make diamonds with their bare hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is he done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men that eat live animals and screw nameless women. Now I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait! Men that - Nope, I was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fantastic. Once again from "Why'd you throw out your razor?" Positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Brian go back the sinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why'd you throw out your razor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's one of those new disposable ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disposable razors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, shave and throw it out. They're cheap and I don't have to carry around that heavy, bulky old razor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, Ron Burgundy, would also like to use one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're available at most drug stores and retail establishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I live by a retail establishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They should have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disposable razors by Bic. Go shave yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3407963366186142339?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3407963366186142339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3407963366186142339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3407963366186142339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3407963366186142339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-86.html' title='Idea #86'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7549127525425757598</id><published>2008-08-21T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:28:10.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #85</title><content type='html'>Veronica reports that Barney Clark receives the first artificial heart transplant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't you beat him to it? I thought your heart was artificial or is that missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really? We've been divorced for two years. You're still going to do this on live TV like all the other fights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That hurt doesn't go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; cheated on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she was eighteen which is so young, it shouldn't count &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it was in the first three months of marriage which is universally known as the "open period."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I could have been with another man in the first three months and you would have been ok with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hesitates)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a relief. I've been feeling guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(confused)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why would you be feeling-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(realizing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You didn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Moses Malone! You two-timing whore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I feel much better now. I've been holding that in too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who was it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do. He was a gentle lover and he made me feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who was it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garth? Like Weird Beard Garth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That doesn't count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, you should ask him for some advice. You could learn a lot from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you saying he's better in bed than me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Coming up, what other fruit can keep the doctor away? You'll need to know with the upcoming apple shortage. Right after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-7549127525425757598?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7549127525425757598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=7549127525425757598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7549127525425757598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7549127525425757598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-85.html' title='Idea #85'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6749584227664672301</id><published>2008-08-20T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:08:20.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #84</title><content type='html'>Veronica reports that Margaret Thatcher will become the first woman Prime Minister of England.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why would I be happy? I don't live in England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just another thing women get to do. The glass ceiling's there for a reason, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm unbelievable?!? What's next, women voting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Women do vote, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When did this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About sixty years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's ridiculous. No wonder Kennedy won. A bunch of women voting with their nether regions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, we're on the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what? A man can't voice his opinion about a woman leading the country? At least we don't have that problem here. A woman will never be President of the United States. Vice President, maybe. But never President. I promise you that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you promise that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ? Your going to have Champ assassinate any potential female Presidents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(bottling up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Who's Champ? This discussion is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(lifts up copy, clears throat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight on television, Boss Hogg will once again try to take down the Duke boys. I think he's going to do it. He was real close last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Veronica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you see it Veronica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica glares at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That Daisy Duke. She could be President. President of the Ron-ited States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron chuckles and Veronica shakes her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6749584227664672301?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6749584227664672301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6749584227664672301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6749584227664672301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6749584227664672301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-84.html' title='Idea #84'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4716057722913050620</id><published>2008-08-19T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:04:41.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #83</title><content type='html'>Ron and Veronica are reporting the news from the news desk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the passing of Pope Paul VI, the Vatican has begun the process of electing a new pope. Coming up later, we will have an expert in the studio to explain the process and other things that happen in the papal conclave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to take a stab at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing to take a stab at, Ron. The expert knows and will tell us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't need an expert. I'm going to knock this one out of the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're going to look like an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, you're the expert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(frustrated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On being wrong. You're the expert on being wrong! It wasn't a complement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine, tell us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pope understudies-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cardinals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same thing. They all get in a room. There's sixteen of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These sixteen guys enter a round robin, double elimination tournament of which the winner becomes the pope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(growing amused)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do they do in this tournament?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a decathlon. A pope-al decathlon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papal. And what are the ten events?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, ten. There's chess, caber toss-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of these guys are very old. Hard to throw a caber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They don't have to throw it far. They're not Olympians. They're subpopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cardinals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see. Judo, The Game of Life, chess. How many is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five but you said "chess" twice. So four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chili cookoff, hangman, 100-meter hurdles, speed painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's speed painting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, they each paint a room and the one that paints his room the fastest wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do they know all the rooms are the same size?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's the same room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So they just paint the same room over and over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That makes more sense. What are the last two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tug of war and an essay on why he wants to be pope. I feel like you're mocking me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am. That list is ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to later in the show. Veronica and Ron are sitting in chairs across from Gerard, a papal expert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gerard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is said that Pope Pius X made the best chili in the history of the tournament. Chili's inclusion in the tournament dates back to the early 1900s when it replaced leech tolerance, which was an event to see which cardinal, or subpope, could place the most leeches on his body. They continually update the events to keep up with the times. The Vatican likes to be trendy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron watches on with a smile of satisfaction as Veronica stares in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4716057722913050620?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4716057722913050620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4716057722913050620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4716057722913050620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4716057722913050620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-83.html' title='Idea #83'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4416040346245697581</id><published>2008-08-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:41:43.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #82</title><content type='html'>Ron and Veronica are at the news desk anchoring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we come back, the U.S. and Iran sign a ten billion dollar arms deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! Ten million?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, Ron. Billion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a lot of money. How much money do you think we could get for my arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're on the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I work out for real now. Not like the time you came to my office and I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just looking for a number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(flexes left arm in his suit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think, San Diego? How much would you sign these babies for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so unprofessional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you act now, I'll throw in the second arm at no additional cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(flexes right arm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's an unbelievable value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are we at commercial yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cameraman shakes his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A phone rings by Brian. He looks confused and picks it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forty dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;San Diego, I implore you to rise above this charade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"What's New, Pussycat?" pumps over the studio speakers. Ron dances around to Tom Jones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forty dollars? I'm insulted, though appreciative. Did I mention all proceeds go to orphans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What orphans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(indignant but dancing and flexing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't think there are still orphans in this world. Drinking gruel when they don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Oliver Twist and you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; gruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't eat gruel and neither should orphans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian picks up another ringing phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hundred dollars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(singing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoooa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to producer booth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to commercial right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop hating orphans, Corningstone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica groans in anger and walks off the set as Ron dances around and Brian answers the phone once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much for Ron's arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hear you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A thousand dollars!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me talk to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(takes phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A thousand dollars!?! Thank you so much. May I ask who this is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait! I know this voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(looks around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's Champ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ comes running in out of breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was that you on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. I mean, what phone? What? I don't even have a thousand dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it. Shut it down. Go to commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The music stops and Ron sits back down professionally at the news desk and stares disapprovingly at Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4416040346245697581?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4416040346245697581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4416040346245697581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4416040346245697581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4416040346245697581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-82.html' title='Idea #82'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6026519083997139166</id><published>2008-08-17T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:43:14.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #81</title><content type='html'>Richard Dawson, technically dead for a little more than a minute (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-80.html"&gt;Idea #80&lt;/a&gt;), remains in the center of the stage with machines keeping him alive. Ron and the Producer are in a heated argument.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are finishing this show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard was dead for two minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"WAS" dead. He's fine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This discussion is over. The ambulance is coming to take Richard to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How are we going to get that prize money? We beat Mantooth and you know it. Just because Dawson can't bleed on the outside like a normal person doesn't mean-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can just have the money for your charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(confused)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to news team)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, we won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to producer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we get a picture to remember this by?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to a snap shot of Ron, Champ, Brick, and the Nurse standing beside Richard Dawson's comatose body showing exuberance about winning Family Feud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to much later. Brian opens the door of the sound proof booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys? Hello? Anyone? Can I come out now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6026519083997139166?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6026519083997139166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6026519083997139166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6026519083997139166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6026519083997139166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-81.html' title='Idea #81'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5673602204539743946</id><published>2008-08-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:31:27.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #80</title><content type='html'>Richard Dawson, in a coma as a result of an unfortunate fast money answer coincidence (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-79.html"&gt;Idea #79&lt;/a&gt;), rests in the middle of the Family Feud set with hospital monitors beeping around him. A nurse checks his vitals. Ron is nearby talking to the Producer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going against his doctor's recommendation. Actually we're going against common sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said he was going to finish this show and we can help him do that. It could be his dying wish. What if he doesn't wake up? You want that on your head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, no, but what you are suggesting is ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ridiculous or brilliant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You heard what I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just point the cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(turns to Champ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ? Like we talked about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ walks to the center of the stage by Richard Dawson's bed. Ron walks over to the nurse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These machines are making too much noise. Can you stop the beeping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to stop the beeping is to shut off the machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The machines are keeping him alive right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we shut them off for a little bit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he won't be breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, but I can hold my breath for five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's close to that. Anyway, we can get through this real fast. Double time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He could end up with brain damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry to have to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick, unplug him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brick pulling the plug. The machines stop functioning. Ron jumps into the bed with Richard Dawson. Champ gets under the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roll cameras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The camera shows Ron and Richard Dawson next to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(impersonating Richard Dawson badly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back to The Feud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron reaches over and presses on Richard Dawson's chin to open and close the mouth in time with Champ's talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(impersonating Richard Dawson badly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see how you did, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm excited, Dawson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(impersonating Richard Dawson badly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First question: Name a char-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm shutting this down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This isn't right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man may be dying! This is all he ever wanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron? Uh, Ron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not now, Brick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I plug him back in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yeah. Plug him in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick plugs him in and the machines start functioning again. The nurse checks to make sure Richard Dawson is still alive. He is. The nurse breathes out relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, let's do this again. From the top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine. Let's take five. Let the man breathe for a bit. Probably too soon to unplug him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See you tomorrow for the dramatic conclusion to Family Feud week at I Wanna Write Anchorman 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5673602204539743946?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5673602204539743946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5673602204539743946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5673602204539743946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5673602204539743946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-80.html' title='Idea #80'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-935405466057735652</id><published>2008-08-15T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:49:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #79</title><content type='html'>Richard Dawson, in a hospital bed due to injuries suffered during regular play (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-78.html"&gt;Idea #78&lt;/a&gt;), gets set to push himself through fast money with the winning team, Channel Four News.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back! Channel Four, are you ready to play fast money for five thousand dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Channel Four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I need two of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Brick come forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not Brick. Use Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't tell us who to-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(coughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian or I bring back Channel Nine and give them the win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick turns around and goes back. Brian passes him on the way to center stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's going first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, Ron come to my left. Brian go backstage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Richard Dawson, from his bed, points in some direction off stage. Ron takes a position next to Dawson. Brian leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna ask-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't get a shot of your face and Ron's with you in the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can get in the bed with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's either that or sit up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron gets into the bed next to Dawson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we continue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speaker)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks good. Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna ask you five questions in fifteen seconds. Try to give me the most popular answer. If you can't think of something, say "Pass." Now, if you and Brian can rack up two hundred points, you will win five thousand dollars for your charity. Fifteen seconds on the clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(groans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time will-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can have Champ rub your side. Champ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, let's just finish. Time will start after I read the first question. I'd say "Good Luck" but I hate you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name a character from the Wizard of Oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dorothy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name the planet's greatest enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name something you lose as a child that makes you sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name a method of finishing a lollipop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Licks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name something essential to gym class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see how you did. Do you feel good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel great, Dawson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jimmy, wheel me around to face the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jimmy turns the bed with Ron and Dawson in it 180 degrees. After a beat, Ron starts laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Champ, look at the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ looks and starts laughing and Brick joins in because. Reading the answers down, the board reads "Dorothy Man Tooth Licks Balls." A loud yell can be heard off stage. It gets louder as Wes Mantooth emerges on the set and dives at Ron, knocking over the bed with Richard Dawson in it. Another brawl breaks out with Richard Dawson lying on the ground lifeless. The show cuts to commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-935405466057735652?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/935405466057735652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=935405466057735652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/935405466057735652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/935405466057735652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-79.html' title='Idea #79'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7309572040136633214</id><published>2008-08-14T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:01:39.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #78</title><content type='html'>Richard Dawson passed out from internal injuries suffered during the brawl (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-77.html"&gt;Idea #77&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to a close-up of Richard Dawson's face. There is a white background and his face is still bandaged and bruised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back to The Feud! Sorry for the technical difficulties. When we last left off, Channel Four won control of the board and it was Champ's turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jimmy, why don't you bring me closer? I can still point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The camera pulls back to show Richard Dawson lying on a hospital bed in the studio with IV bags hanging next to him. Jimmy, a young intern, is holding the mic by Dawson's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard, maybe you should listen to your doctors and put that bed in a hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are finishing this fucking show! Get rid of the last two answers! Make this a top four board and triple the values!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cuts to the board and answer plates five and six flip over to become blanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Wheel me over there, Jimmy! Let's go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jimmy rolls the bed over by Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roll cameras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ, name a fruit you can take your family to pick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me strawberries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Richard Dawson points with his non-IV arm in the general direction of the board. The camera shows the board with three possible answers. After a pause, the number two answer plate flips to read "STRAWBERRIES        24."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Number two answer and that's enough to win the game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, come on! How is that fair?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mantooth, I will cut you! You lost! This is my show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suck it, Mantooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll cut you next, Burgundy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easy, Dawson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(calmly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for playing Channel Nine. Your charity would be getting something but that money is going to pay for my hospital bills. You can tell those disappointed children that they don't get water to fill their pool because you put Richard Dawson on a gurney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burgundy, pick two people to play fast money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be back after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(over house speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone get me a fucking pain pill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-7309572040136633214?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7309572040136633214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=7309572040136633214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7309572040136633214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7309572040136633214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-78.html' title='Idea #78'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6295216538879558888</id><published>2008-08-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:24:38.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #77</title><content type='html'>The face off for Round Two is about to be under way (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-76.html"&gt;Idea #76&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back to The Feud! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian? Craig? Come on up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian from Channel Four and Craig from Channel Nine come to the face off podium. Craig extends his hand to shake Brian's. Brian goes to shake his hand and Craig quickly pulls his hand away and smoothes his hair in a slick motion. Brian quickly punches Craig in the face. A brawl breaks out between both news teams. Richard Dawson gets caught in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Richard Dawson standing at the face off podium. His nose is bandaged and both of his eyes are bruised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back to The Feud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(groans and holds side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're going to try something different. We're going to do the face off portion from where the current contestants are standing. They are going to yell out an answer and whoever yells out the best answer first, wins the turn. Brian? Craig? Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian has a bandage under his right eye and Craig is missing two teeth when he smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We asked one hundred people the following question. Top six answers are on the board. Name a fruit-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and his news team laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dammit, Ron! How many hours is it going to take to shoot this show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, Richard Dawson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's keep this moving. Name a fruit you can take your family to pick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard apples. Show me apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with six possible answers. After a pause, the number one answer plate flips to show "APPLES               55." Ron and the gang high five each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Number one answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(winces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm going to host from over here. Besides, I don't want to get too close to "Right Hook" Tamland over there. You have fists like your first name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drink a lot of milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blood starts to fall out of Richard Dawson's ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ, name a-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Richard Dawson's eyes roll back a little and he sways before steadying himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ok, Dawson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fine. Champ-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Richard Dawson falls to the floor. The show cuts to commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6295216538879558888?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6295216538879558888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6295216538879558888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6295216538879558888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6295216538879558888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-77.html' title='Idea #77'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-489307870153923341</id><published>2008-08-12T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:32:41.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #76</title><content type='html'>Ron won the face off with Wes (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-75.html"&gt;Idea #75&lt;/a&gt;) and is back at the news team feud station.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, who are these people you're playing with for those people who don't know you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mean the ones living under a rock?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(chuckles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Brian. He's our man on the street and our best dresser next to yours truly. Next, we have Champ Kind, our sports guy and resident crazy person. Every office has one. Right, Dawson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, finally, Brick Tamland. Brick is our weatherman and he's special like you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great. Let's keep this going with Brian. Brian, name something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in repeat voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Channel Four News Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good answer! Great answer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; come in pairs. Show me "shoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with four possible answers. After a pause, the number two answer plate flips to show "SHOES          28." Ron and the gang clap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ. Something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handcuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handcuffs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's one for each wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Show me "handcuffs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with three possible answers. After a short pause a buzzer sounds and a red "X" appears for the viewing audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's ok. You're allowed two wrong answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ready to play this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good, Brick. Name something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Channel Four News Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good answer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pair of slacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with three possible answers. After a pause, the number three answer plate flips to show "PANTS         12." Ron and the gang clap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, we are back to you. Two answers left on the board. You have one strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, because Champ gets arrested every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a problem I'm dealing with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, guys. Ron, name something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twins. Blondes, brunettes, doesn't matter to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Double your pleasure, double your fun. Show me "twins."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with two possible answers. After a pause, the number five answer plate flips to show "TWINS               5." Ron and the gang clap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super duper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One answer left. Brian. Pairs. Something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm blanking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a short pause a buzzer sounds and a red "X" appears for the viewing audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Channel Nine, be ready to steal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, Champ. One answer left on the board. No strikes left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't fuck this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to producers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we bleep that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ, you better get this. I'll have Harken fire you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ, something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to kick you in a pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to sneak into your house late at night dressed all in black and strangle you. On my hands, I'm going to wear-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gloves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gloves? Show me "gloves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with one possible answer. After a pause, the number four answer plate flips to show "GLOVES          9." Ron and the gang jump up and down together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Champ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get to live! Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we come back, the point values are doubled. Stick around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-489307870153923341?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/489307870153923341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=489307870153923341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/489307870153923341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/489307870153923341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-76.html' title='Idea #76'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-159543588773515649</id><published>2008-08-11T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:04:35.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #75</title><content type='html'>Ron and the news team vie against Wes Mantooth and his news team on Family Feud (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-74.html"&gt;Idea #74&lt;/a&gt;). Ron and Wes come up to "face off."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we begin, Ron, which charity is Channel Four News playing for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will be playing for UNICEF and all that they do around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very good. And you Wes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The San Diego YMCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron laughs. Wes looks at him. Ron coughs into his fist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have a problem with our charity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. I was wondering, though, how many Nobel Peace Prizes the San Diego YMCA has won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gentlemen, let's save it for the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's saved, Dawson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good. Now shake hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both are involved in a death stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, remember this is for fun and good causes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(quietly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ours is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what Burgundy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(composes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top five answers on the board. Name something that comes in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Wes both slap the buzzer. Wes got it in just before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, seriously, socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. We have to go with your first answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was clearly joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Feud Law. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay out of this Burgundy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. Show me "boobs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with five possible answers. After a short pause a buzzer sounds and a red "X" appears for the viewing audience. It cuts back to the front podium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, it's your turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, on behalf of San Diego newspeople, I want to apologize for my peer's unfortunate answer. I will go with "socks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me "socks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shows the board with five possible answers. After a pause, the number one answer plate flips to show, "SOCKS           42."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The number one answer! Wes, go back to your side and be ready to steal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes Mantooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he stole my answer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have to take your first answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(building excitement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's meet the Channel Four News Team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron walks back to his spot at the head of the news team feud station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, Round One next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-159543588773515649?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/159543588773515649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=159543588773515649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/159543588773515649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/159543588773515649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-75.html' title='Idea #75'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-9033890209568382478</id><published>2008-08-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:07:46.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #74</title><content type='html'>Ron and the rest of the Channel Four News Team take on Wes Mantooth and the Channel Nine News Team on a celebrity edition of Family Feud.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gene Wood (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time for the Family Feud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The camera cuts to the opening that reads "Channel Four." The window opens to show Ron standing proudly. Brick is facing the wrong direction. Brian is play-choking Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gene Wood (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing the first news team. Channel Four News. Ron, Brick, Brian, and Champ. Ready for action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and the gang run out of the room. The camera cuts to the opening that reads "Channel Nine." The window opens to show Wes Mantooth standing significantly in front of the three other news members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gene Wood (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the second news team. Channel Nine News. Wes, Craig, Fran, and Bart. On your marks...let's start...THE FAMILY FEEEEUUUUUD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wes and the rest of the news team run out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gene Wood (V.O.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the star of Family Feud, RICHARD DAWSON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Richard Dawson enters the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Gene. Welcome to the Feud. Two of San Diego's finest news teams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best right here, Richard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richard Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, Ron. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you know, the first team to two hundred dollars wins the game and gets a chance to play Fast Money for your charities. Let's start the feud. Ron, Wes. Come on up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Round One next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-9033890209568382478?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/9033890209568382478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=9033890209568382478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/9033890209568382478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/9033890209568382478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-74.html' title='Idea #74'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1286670535009094479</id><published>2008-08-09T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:34:53.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #73</title><content type='html'>Ron stops by Champ's office to see what his plans are for lunch. Champ is sitting at his desk with his hat pulled down taking a nap. On the wall is a tear-away pad with the number 683 on it. Written above the pad is "Nadia and Champ." Ron knocks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, Champ. What are you doing for lunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like ribs and beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(points to wall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. I don't know what it is, yet. How can I form an opinion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my official countdown to when I can be with Nadia Coma-Comani-that gymnast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one from the Olympics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. That's how many days until she's sixteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't the age of consent eighteen? You've gotten in trouble for that mixup before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got it covered this time. She only has to be sixteen in St. Kitts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beats the hell out of me but have you seen the way she bends? I'll find St. Kitts for that. Am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget her routine, her body's a perfect 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's shaped like a toddler. Besides, you're going to forget who she is two weeks after the Olympics are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's not true. She will be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to twelve days later. Ron stops by Champ's office for lunch plans. Champ is not there. On the wall, the name "Nadia" is crossed out and written above is "Kate Jackson." Ron smirks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1286670535009094479?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1286670535009094479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1286670535009094479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1286670535009094479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1286670535009094479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-73.html' title='Idea #73'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8791148612518847123</id><published>2008-08-08T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:52:08.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #72</title><content type='html'>Ron, Champ, Brick, and Brian go to see Star Wars as the hype is too much for them to ignore. After the movie, they walk out of the theater.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't get why everybody likes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's some stupid, nerd movie. Let's go to a bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you even know what kind of movie it was? You slept through the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sleep through stupid, nerd movies. Case closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I liked it. What did you think Brick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was good. I think Darth Vader is Luke's dad and Leia is Luke's sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Chewbacca is Luke's uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, Chewbacca's not the same species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, let's go to the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's going to be a sequel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, unless they put that girl in some kind of a futuristic bikini, count me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine, Brick and I will go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meesa so excited for your gay date. Meesa can't wait for you and Brick to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, Champ. That was offensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the guys walk off screen, a man stands up from behind the garbage can. He is in the shadows. He walks forward into the light. It's George Lucas. He has a notepad and he writes in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George Lucas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(writing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke's sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat, writing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Futuristic bikini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat, writing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Offensive "meesa" character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to himself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George, you are so smart. You are going to be rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(back to himself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;George Lucas pulls out a mirror and starts making out with his reflection in the parking lot of the movie theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8791148612518847123?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8791148612518847123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8791148612518847123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8791148612518847123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8791148612518847123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-72.html' title='Idea #72'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1662555141836787813</id><published>2008-08-07T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:47:47.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #71</title><content type='html'>Brian shows up at Ron's office at the end of the work day. He has a sexy woman on each arm. Gina on the left. Marci on the right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got any plans for tonight? We're looking for a fourth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This must be my lucky day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, where are we taking these fine ladies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know, girls. Where do you wanna go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we go to the roller disco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian goes by Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(under breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a roller disco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(under breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. I think they made it up. Maybe it's what they call their place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to girls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to later. There is a closeup of Ron and Brian in their work suits leaning and talking. Gina and Marci are not in sight. There is disco music playing in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is not what I expected at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes sense. A roller disco would involve roller skates and disco music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're right. We should have seen this coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel overdressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't. These other guys look like freaky hobos. Tight, glittery pants don't even belong on a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't pay to stand around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The camera pulls back to show Ron and Brian push off from the rink wall. They both fall hard. Gina and Marci skate to them and help them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you boys done this before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course. I'm just not so good on these rented skates. If I had my own-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you want to go to your place and get the skates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm worried if we go back to my place, we won't come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we'd have sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(giggle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That wouldn't be so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(under breath to Ron)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was with Gina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She seems to want to be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I come have sex too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you get home ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you really doing this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like it. This is a bad friend move and I apologize already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you at least drop me off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. They seem to be in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and the girls leave. Brian kicks the air in anger and falls down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1662555141836787813?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1662555141836787813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1662555141836787813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1662555141836787813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1662555141836787813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-71.html' title='Idea #71'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1785674478524870515</id><published>2008-08-06T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:57:50.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #70</title><content type='html'>After an influx of intra-office fighting, the higher-ups at the news station decide to try out Large Group Awareness Training. All employees of the Channel 4 News Station are required to attend this four day seminar taking place at a secluded Howard Johnson's.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day One, 9:03 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the conference room at the Howard Johnson's, the employees sit in folding chairs facing the front of the room. At the front of the room, holding a megaphone, is the guru, Harvey Grohl. Standing behind him is another man, Robert. Ron, Champ, and Brian walk in late and hungover. Brick is seated in the front with a pen and paper. The only remaining chairs are in the front next to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, please, there are perfectly good seats in the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How long is this gonna take? I got a date tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are going to have to cancel that date. I have you for another 95 hours and change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we at least turn the lights off in here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Let's begin, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your boss tells me that you guys have been fighting a lot in the office lately. Well, we're going to put an end to that with my patented strategy. My assistant Robert will help me demonstrate one of the things we are going to learn over the next four days. Robert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Robert walks forward wearing a white t-shirt. Harvey takes out a marker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(pointing to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian, what makes you mad at the office?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Harken makes me report from the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ed Harken stands up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's your job! That's the only thing you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the only thing you let me do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed, this is Brian's turn. You'll get yours. Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harvey takes the marker and writes on Robert's t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(says words as he writes them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reporting...From...the...Field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(straightens up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I call this one Three Kicks and a Hug. Now, I'm Brian. I don't like reporting from the field. In this case, Robert is "reporting from the field."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harvey kicks Robert in the shin. Robert grabs his shin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harvey kicks Robert in the groin. Robert doubles over and grabs his groin while hopping on one leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harvey roundhouse kicks Robert in the head sending him flying to the ground. Harvey pounces on Robert and holds him like he's dying in his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(near tears)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry "Reporting From the Field." What have I done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(crying and shouting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOOOOOOO! I'LL NEVER SAY A BAD THING ABOUT YOU AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harvey rolls Robert, who is unconscious, off of him and stands up. He gathers himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is one of my many techniques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you feel about reporting from the field now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo, a tough nut to crack. I like a challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, let's take a break so I can find another assistant. Let's say thirty minutes. You guys can still catch the breakfast buffet. Anyone here know where the nearest bus stop is or homeless shelter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No one answers and shuffles out of the room. Harvey drags Robert out through the emergency exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1785674478524870515?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1785674478524870515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1785674478524870515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1785674478524870515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1785674478524870515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-70.html' title='Idea #70'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1817972233035684842</id><published>2008-08-05T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:02:30.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #69</title><content type='html'>Ron has a date with the new secretary Madeline. She is 22 and very attractive. They are at dinner in a fancy restaurant. In front of each of them is a plate of Beef Wellington. She is not eating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline. That's an odd name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was named after the children's book about the little girl in France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's it called?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never heard of it. What's it about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(annoyed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little girl in France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not really paying attention anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you enjoying your meal? They have the best Beef Wellington.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. I don't eat this. I tried to tell you while you were ordering for me but you put your finger over my mouth from across the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can do to put a few pounds on that frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(takes deep breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I'm saying is I don't eat meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in a lower voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can eat it. I won't tell any of your cult members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to order a salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll have them wrap that up so you can take it home. You know, eat it in private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just going to go. This was a mistake. You're too old for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too old for you? I'm 28!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that means you've been doing the news since you were 12?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I matured at a very early age. I had this mustache when I was 10. It was a glandular thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night, Mr. Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Madeline walks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not going to wait for your doggie bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you at work tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1817972233035684842?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1817972233035684842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1817972233035684842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1817972233035684842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1817972233035684842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-69.html' title='Idea #69'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3296912887182071283</id><published>2008-08-04T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:01:17.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #68</title><content type='html'>Ron and the guys are hanging out in his office. There is a Rubik's Cube on his desk and it is all jumbled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were working together as one. It was like making love to a spider. A sexy spider with four boobies and hair that smelled like an orange grove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never had a threesome. I've had a foursome and an eightsome but never a threesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's an eightsome like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of jockeying for position. A lot of peeing. It's very territorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(pointing to the Rubik's Cube)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that on your desk? It's pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(picking it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a Rubik's Cube. It's some game where you have to get each side to be one color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've heard of that. They say no one can solve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I try it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron throws it to Brick. Brick twists one of the rows in fascination and leaves the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron's office a few hours later. Ron is by himself on the verge of falling asleep. Brick walks in with his hand behind his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, Brick, you missed lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you get anywhere with that Cube?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to earlier in Brick's office. Brick moves another row and completes the yellow side. He looks happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back to Ron's office. Brick steps forward, takes his hand from behind his back, and puts two square pieces from the Rubik's Cube on Ron's desk. One is chipped. Ron looks confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back to earlier in Brick's office. He just finished the yellow side. He's happy and turns the cube and starts fuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I did the green side! Why don't the sides stay when you finish them!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick lets out a scream and throws the cube across the floor. He jumps with both feet on top of it. There is lots of profanity. He stomps on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to outside Brick's door. A woman walks by and hears the banging and screaming through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back inside Brick's office. He is slamming a bat into the Cube on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid rainbow square!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick, screaming, takes one last rage-filled swing with the bat. It cuts back to Ron's office before the swing is finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dropped it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3296912887182071283?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3296912887182071283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3296912887182071283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3296912887182071283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3296912887182071283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-68.html' title='Idea #68'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1178170196550251187</id><published>2008-08-02T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:14:25.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #67</title><content type='html'>Ron Burgundy goes on a date with Farrah Fawcett. The two of them are seated at a restaurant for a nice dinner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. You are beautiful. I would say you look like an angel but you probably get that a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron laughs. She stares blankly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash to later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always thought I could be in movies. I mean, I have the face. People don't realize what they are getting for free when they tune into the news of which I am the anchor for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She stares blankly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash to later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoy your show. Have&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; ever seen Charlie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She stares blankly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash to later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't talk very much, do you? I know you can. I've seen it on TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She stares blankly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash to later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think your hair looks stupid. And I know good hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing? What's wrong with you? Frankly, I should have just gone on a date with your poster. I've had more fun with that thing than I've had with you tonight. That is to mean I've masturbated to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the next day. The guys are in Ron's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, how was it? Was she like that poster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1178170196550251187?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1178170196550251187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1178170196550251187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1178170196550251187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1178170196550251187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-67.html' title='Idea #67'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6614269841812625390</id><published>2008-08-01T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:57:32.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #66</title><content type='html'>A crowd is gathered in the center of the news bullpen. Ron walks in and notices the crowd. They don't notice him. There is a cheer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to himself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron walks over to the crowd and pushes his way through. He sees Brian near the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, come up here. You have to see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron gets to the front and finds Brick sitting in front of the television playing Pong. He does not miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick hasn't missed once. He's been playing all night. He hasn't eaten, gone to the bathroom. I don't think he's blinked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick, you ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick doesn't answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's in some kind of zone. Watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian walks up and waves his hand in front of Brick's face. Nothing changes. He tickles Brick's nose. Nothing. Champ walks up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ punches Brick in the face. He leans over due to the force of the punch but leans right back and continues playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How's he going to do the weather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the news telecast and Ron is sitting in the anchor chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We not turn it over to Brick Tamland with weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brick staring blank-faced at the screen. The weather map is behind him and Brian is standing next to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in a high-pitched, sounds nothing like Brick-voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather's nice out. Over here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian lifts Brick's arms holding the controller to California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in same voice as before)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's 74. Back to you, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian points Brick's arms towards Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron staring blankly off camera in the direction of where Brick was. He gathers himself and smiles at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't go away. We'll be right back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6614269841812625390?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6614269841812625390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6614269841812625390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6614269841812625390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6614269841812625390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-66.html' title='Idea #66'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3577236506162711928</id><published>2008-07-31T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:23:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #65</title><content type='html'>Ron and the guys are talking in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a waterbed yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear those are good for sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(proudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what I hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't you drown in your sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, Brick. The bed is filled with water. The bed isn't water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does Veronica feel about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't told her yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's going to be pissed. Doesn't she get sea sick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, remember that piece she had to do about the whale watching ships? She came home 10 pounds lighter. Hoo wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a ship and this is a bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron's bedroom. He is sitting on the bed with some bobbing motion. Veronica is off screen puking in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we get you some dramamine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are taking that thing back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we didn't even get to christen it. That's the whole reason I bought it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(vomit noise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take it back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3577236506162711928?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3577236506162711928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3577236506162711928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3577236506162711928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3577236506162711928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-65.html' title='Idea #65'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-133325601634070879</id><published>2008-07-30T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:46:00.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #64</title><content type='html'>Brian and Brick filled two shopping carts full of food and were heading back to the news station when a police officer got in the way (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-58.html"&gt;Idea #58&lt;/a&gt;). Brian and Brick put their hands up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People don't take too kindly to looting and rioting in these parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, we're not looting. There's no one to pay and we really need the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you really need the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick nods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you really need a gun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Police Officer offers his gun to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Police Officer unbuckles his belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about a pair of pants? Do you really need a pair of pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Officer, my name is Brian Fantana and this is Brick Tamland. We are part of the Channel Four News Team. We are going to pay the store for the food when the storm is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, you think because you're on the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me. Television. I'm supposed to let you steal from this store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, but it's not like we're going to flee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fleeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shut up, Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, boys, it's time to arrest you. Just think though, Steve McQueen was arrested and so was Jane Fonda. Now, they can add Brian Santana and Brick Whatever to the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we gave you the money for the food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(muses over it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about the window you broke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The window too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd have to get an estimate. I know a good glass guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian pulls out his wallet. He tries to remain calm but he is frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a hundred dollars. That has to be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take the hundred dollars and let you go but you have to do something for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, sir. Anything you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you guys to hug each other...tenderly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hug your friend and be gentle about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you want to go to jail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian hesitantly approaches Brick. Brick has his arms open and a smile on his face. Brian has a look of disgust. They hug and let go real fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That wasn't gentle. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian and Brick hug and hold it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rub his back, Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian rubs Brick's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian breaks the hug. Brick lingered a little long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it's jail and no food for your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian hesitates and looks at Brick. He closes his eyes momentarily and takes a breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brian and Brick at the news station. Employees are emptying the carts. Ron comes up to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, you did it! Looks like quite a feast. Did you run into any trouble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron puts his arm around Brian but Brian recoils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(glares at Brick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No trouble at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the interior of a van. The police officer is sitting in the back with another man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got all of that on tape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(lifts video camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Police Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is going to be one of the best episodes of Candid Camera ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-133325601634070879?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/133325601634070879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=133325601634070879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/133325601634070879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/133325601634070879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-64.html' title='Idea #64'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-2316119467655594956</id><published>2008-07-29T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:29:59.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #63</title><content type='html'>Ron walks into the office with headphones on his ears and a wire going from them to a rectangular, electronic device attached to his belt. He is bopping his head and pointing as he walks by people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? I can't hear you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(louder)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron, what is that thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a Walkman! It lets me listen to music as I walk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the instructions on how to use it and-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian makes a motion for Ron to take his headphones off. Ron does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(normal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and things I can do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, you can take music with you anywhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what it tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you even own any cassettes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm a vinyl man but I heard somewhere that these were the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica said that yesterday on the news. She was sitting right next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(acting oblivious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica still works here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I forgot you were still mad about her going on a date with Mantooth and you're pretending she died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the news desk a few days ago. Ron and Veronica are sitting side by side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good evening, San Diego. I'm Ron Burgundy and with me as always-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(angry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, that's not funny, guys. Veronica is dead. She got mauled by a bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How long is this going to last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(lets out a scream)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a ghost! Everybody run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron runs off the set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back to Ron and Brian in the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not pretend. I'm bringing in an exorcist. Poor thing, hit by a cab and her soul has to roam the halls of this station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica walks by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(glares)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(calls after her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, Ghost Veronica. Someone's coming to guide your soul to Hell where it belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gets really cold when she floats by, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-2316119467655594956?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2316119467655594956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=2316119467655594956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2316119467655594956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2316119467655594956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-63.html' title='Idea #63'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8864251385719968762</id><published>2008-07-28T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:09:04.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #62</title><content type='html'>The news team is broadcasting the news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now on to Champ Kind with sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, sports fans. Whammy! No local sports teams in action tonight but the big news around the sports world is the National League MVP Award went out today and it was a tie. Keith Hernandez of the Cardinals and Willie Stargell of the Pirates shared the honor after having really good seasons both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Ron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can there be a tie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's the voting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; valuable. You would think there could only be one. Who did you vote for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to pick the eight best and then rank them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who was on top of your list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keith Hernandez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine, then Channel Four News will say Keith Hernandez is the MVP of baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The National League.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, baseball, football, golf, space flight, everything. I'll keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're live on the news. We can do anything. Watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to the control room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should we cut this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see where it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back to the news desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keith Hernandez won the Academy Award for Best Cinematography. Keith Hernandez discovered Guam. Keith-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron presses his ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that, Brian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brian standing on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron in the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Brian standing on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keith Hernandez invented the free-range chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut to Ron in the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what that is but, "Thanks, Keith."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keith Hernandez fu-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a censor beep and then a cut to a card reading "Technical Difficulties. Please Stand By." Music plays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cut back to the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Brick. Very graphic and unnecessary. I suppose I speak for everyone here at Channel Four News by congratulating Keith Hernandez on winning the MVP award for baseball and all the other stuff. Congratulation, Keith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8864251385719968762?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8864251385719968762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8864251385719968762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8864251385719968762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8864251385719968762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-62.html' title='Idea #62'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5224501557020128201</id><published>2008-07-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:05:05.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #61</title><content type='html'>Ron is trying to come up with ideas for things he can do quickly that will get him into the genius sperm bank (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-57.html"&gt;Idea #57&lt;/a&gt;). He and Brian are in his office.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep coming back to saving the President's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is a very good one but there are a couple of things wrong with it. Who are we going to get to attack the President?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick can shoot him. He's killed before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we don't want to kill the President.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't want to take another bullet. They really hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can shoot way off target as you push the President out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, let's say Brick does that and then goes to jail for some time. I just don't think the President is going to come to San Diego especially with the virus here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can save the President from the virus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could but I can't save myself from it so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on. We're smart guys. Let's think about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ walks in looking happy with himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where have you been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been like five days since we've seen you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to see how many women I could have sex with in five days. I'm up to thirty-four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting all you can before the virus hits. That's smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What virus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5224501557020128201?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5224501557020128201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5224501557020128201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5224501557020128201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5224501557020128201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-61.html' title='Idea #61'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8040591457091894818</id><published>2008-07-26T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:53:24.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #60</title><content type='html'>Ron has seen Veronica's new look (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-51.html"&gt;Idea #51&lt;/a&gt;). It's the first day back at work and Ron has the guys in his office. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron said it looked very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My girlfriend Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure it's not that b-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica walks by outside the office wearing a professional woman's suit, sporting that crew cut hair style. Brian notices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to dump that chick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks like my cousin Jeff at Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And every Thursday night at Feather's on Downy St.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do. I thought love could win out over anything but this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still has all the right parts. Still got that full moon butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, and that blouseful of happy sacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica walks into the doorway of Ron's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided to grow back my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron pauses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men, huddle up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The guys form a huddle while Veronica looks on annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's great news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It could be a trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I say, "Thank God, you really did look terrible and I wanted to leave you," she might get offended and do the girl thing where you can't say anything without getting her mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say what you feel. Who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They break the huddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica, I think whatever you decide to do is super.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(skeptical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y-yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is less work like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on the verge of bursting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad you had a change of heart. I'm keeping it, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, God. Grow it back. I want my beautiful flower again. You look like a dandelion after it's been picked and blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do love you, just with longer hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica storms away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That didn't go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8040591457091894818?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8040591457091894818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8040591457091894818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8040591457091894818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8040591457091894818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-60.html' title='Idea #60'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8221942556469123203</id><published>2008-07-25T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T06:10:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #59</title><content type='html'>Brian goes out for drinks with Ron so he could talk about his virginity. His last attempt to talk to Ron was interrupted by Champ's eavesdropping (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-41.html"&gt;Idea#41&lt;/a&gt;). The two of them are sitting in a booth and Brian keeps looking around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's wrong with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to tell you something and I don't want anyone to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What'd you do now? Sleep with someone's wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, but as a television personality, you're entitled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just saying you could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's kinda what this is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(deep breath, looks around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't had sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today? We can fix that. There's some prime real estate here just waiting for someone like you to move in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, Ron. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. It sounds like you're trying to say you've never had sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't. I mean, I get close but then I get scared. I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you always-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron pauses. He goes into a flashback of all the sex talks the news gang has had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron, Brick, Brian, and Champ are standing by the news desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then she grabbed it and twisted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love when they do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron, Brian, and Champ are in Ron's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girl was a freak in bed so you can imagine what Papa Burgundy had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Champ laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(eager)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flash 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron, Brian, Brick, and Champ are eating ice cream in the park. A pretty woman walks by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would you do with her in bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There would be lots of honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(dreamily)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cherish every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We flash back to a horrified Ron. He is about to drop his glass of scotch but realizes there's some left. He drinks it quickly and returns to the position he was in. He then drops the glass in slow motion which breaks on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The signs were always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8221942556469123203?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8221942556469123203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8221942556469123203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8221942556469123203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8221942556469123203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-59.html' title='Idea #59'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-221852023818718441</id><published>2008-07-24T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T05:21:50.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #58</title><content type='html'>Brian and Brick are out in the hurricane looking for food (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-55.html"&gt;Idea #55&lt;/a&gt;). They find a grocery store. The power is out and therefore the automatic doors do not work. Brian pushes on the doors.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doors are locked and the power's out. Should we keep looking or break-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick lifts a mailbox and throws it through the window as Brian says the word "break."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooookay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was that a mailbox?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They enter through the open window. Brian tries to lift the mailbox but it's too heavy. He then looks strangely at Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a lot of food in here. Hey, we should bring some of this food back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's why we're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you didn't-Why did you break the window?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(shrugging)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They each grab a cart and split up. Brian goes down a few aisles throwing random packaged food into the cart. When he turns the corner, Brick is standing by his empty cart eating an apple and reading a newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick, you have to put food in the cart. Stay focused. I want to get back as soon as possible. The storm looks like it's getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is. According to this paper, the Padres lost five to four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just put food in the cart and let's go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brick hesitates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can keep the apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With two carts full of food and garbage bags wrapped over the top to keep everything dry, Brian and Brick push towards the exit. When they get to the front, a police officer is standing there waiting for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just hold it right there! Don't move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-221852023818718441?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/221852023818718441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=221852023818718441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/221852023818718441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/221852023818718441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-58.html' title='Idea #58'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-2908767577861866659</id><published>2008-07-23T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:40:25.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #57</title><content type='html'>After getting nowhere with the national guard at the city border (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-54.html"&gt;Idea #54&lt;/a&gt;), Ron and Brian have to do something with the virus threatening their manhood (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-43.html"&gt;Idea #43&lt;/a&gt;). They head to a sperm bank but not just any sperm bank, Robert Klark Graham's&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Repository_for_Germinal_Choice"&gt; Repository for Germinal Choice&lt;/a&gt;. Back at the news station, Ron calls the "Genius Sperm Bank."&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository for Germinal Choice. How may I help you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to donate my sperm. I'm Ron Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What major awards have you won?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've won some regional Emmys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our conversion chart has ten regional Emmys equal to one real Emmy. You would need two real Emmys. Do you have anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a beloved television anchorman for Channel Four News.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that in Kansas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kansas!?! No, it's San Diego! It's not far away. You must have seen me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say that I have. Look, I don't think you qualify. We have a very distinguished clientele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'm calling. I belong in there. Papa Burgundy's tiny swim team doesn't belong next to regular people, people that can only be referred to as "folks." It frightens me to even think about it. My guys deserve to rub tails with those great men in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have great hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repository Secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure you do. Maybe if you accomplished some more things, you could call back and try again. Have a good day, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a click. Ron turns to Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian, get your coat. We're going out. I have to make myself good enough for that sperm bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great things that can be done fast. Let's move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-2908767577861866659?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2908767577861866659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=2908767577861866659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2908767577861866659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2908767577861866659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-57.html' title='Idea #57'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3755646016025285558</id><published>2008-07-22T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:20:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #56</title><content type='html'>Ron and Veronica are sitting on the couch holding hands at their third session of couples therapy. Things have been better at home for them since the dream (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-38a.html"&gt;Idea #38&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys seem happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does that mean Ron gave up scotch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But last time we talked about-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica and I discussed it on the way home that day. I don't need to give up scotch. Right, Peach Pocket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true. I was being unreasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is all very healthy. I'm impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sadly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you won't be needing to come in anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dr. Skinner gives the "one second" sign as the last statement made him choke up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ok, Doctor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(composing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fine. I just-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ok. Let it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(breaking down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does everyone leave me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Veronica look at each other confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, it was my parents. Then, my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mimicking her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, you're going to tell couples what to do? That's rich."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(normal voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor, I-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You shut up! I had to sit here and listen to your stupid, little problems with this-this great man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mimicking Veronica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't want to have sex. I don't want him to drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(normal voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's called being a man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, Doc, I don't like your tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, the big anchorman doesn't like my tone. I've always hated your voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veronica gasps. Ron stands up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron has a beautiful voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(stands up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, Sweet Tart, let's go before I punch this man in the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Veronica go to exit the room. Then, there is a slow clapping. They turn around to see Dr. Skinner with a pleasant disposition doing the applauding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations. You passed the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to see if you would truly stick by each other. As I yelled out things, you didn't take offense as individuals. You took offense as a couple. This will be your last session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about the crying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a little acting in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, your wife-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never been married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! That's astonishing! Bravo, Doctor. Bravo. What about my voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a full body massage for the whole city. Now, you two be good. I don't want to see you around here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron and Veronica leave pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3755646016025285558?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3755646016025285558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3755646016025285558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3755646016025285558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3755646016025285558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-56.html' title='Idea #56'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7140803078814574938</id><published>2008-07-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:34:52.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #55</title><content type='html'>It's Day 2 of the State of Emergency (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-39.html"&gt;Idea #39&lt;/a&gt;). Ron is still in charge and Garth is still tethered to the support beam with Champ having just replaced his gag (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-45.html"&gt;Idea #45&lt;/a&gt;). Ron addresses the staff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, people, we have made it through the night. Brian, what's our food situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a problem. We have about a day's supply left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought you said there was enough food for 10 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I wasn't good at math. And a lot of people took seconds at dinner. Champ took thirds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really hungry. If it's any consolation, I threw it all up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is that a consolation and Brian, why did you give out more than one portion? Where was I during all of this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were having sex in your office with the two new interns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You left the shades open and when I came by, you flexed your arm and said, "Hey Brian, the two new interns! Three hours and counting!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We actually went six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(checking himself, addressing the concerned people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, we have a food problem. Brian and Brick will be in charge of getting more food. They will have to brave the weather and find something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well you messed up and Brick can help you get through the elements with his weather knowledge. If you leave now, you should be back for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian and Brick head off screen. We cut to them dressed in yellow rain gear standing by the exit to the news station. Ron shakes their hands. They go out the door. Wind and water come rushing in. They trudge out into the storm. Ron and Champ strain to pull the door closed behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which way do we go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really bad out. Do you think there's a storm coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-7140803078814574938?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7140803078814574938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=7140803078814574938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7140803078814574938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7140803078814574938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-55.html' title='Idea #55'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3218328324083687319</id><published>2008-07-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:48:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #54</title><content type='html'>Ron and Brian, along with a growing portion of the San Diego male population, remain in a stalemate with the National Guard at the city border (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-47.html"&gt;Idea #47&lt;/a&gt;). There is yet to be a cure for the mysterious disease affecting San Diego men (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-43.html"&gt;Idea #43&lt;/a&gt;). It's been a few hours since Ron's suit has been ruined and he is growing increasingly desperate to save his sexual potency.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think our best chance is to bull rush them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was your idea before and it got you shot. They'll just shoot again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you think I know that? Some of us are going to have to do the honorable thing and be human shields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said "us." Does that mean you're willing to be a human shield?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No that was for camaraderie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That doesn't seem fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fair? How is it fair for me to get killed? Think about a world without Ron Burgundy. Think about a world without all of the children I will father. All of those handsome boys. You think that would be fair. How many lives do you touch a day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know but-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I touch over a million. Can you beat that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No but-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those in favor of this guy being a human shield, say I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone but Man #2 says I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Man #2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many bullets do you think you can take before you fall down? They seem to have a lot so we're going to need a big effort from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on. We put it to a vote. Do you want to vote again? I think it would come out the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going home. I'd rather be impotent than dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man #2 leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, that's a real great attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should we stop him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, let him go. There's plenty more guys here willing to be heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to the male crowd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we have any human shield volunteers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you need to volunteer to get the ball rolling. If you say you'll do it, more will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to die, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to. You can just chicken out at the end. By then, it will all be in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can hear you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dammit! What kind of a world do we live in that random men won't lay down their lives to save a beloved anchorman from going sterile? I'm just glad my father's not around to see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3218328324083687319?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3218328324083687319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3218328324083687319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3218328324083687319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3218328324083687319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-54.html' title='Idea #54'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7265813949983905910</id><published>2008-07-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:36:58.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #53</title><content type='html'>In the middle of the oil crisis, California becomes one of the first states to implement gas rationing. If your license plate ends in an even number, you can only get gas on an even-numbered day and vice versa for odds. Ron takes his car to the gas station on the 12th of the month. The gas station attendant meets Ron at his car.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fill her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry. I can't do that. Come back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think you understand who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know who you are but state law says I can't give you gas. Now, if you will move along, the lines are really-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll move when you fill up my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sir, today is the 12th and your license plate is "IM #1." I can only give you gas if it ends in an even number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I have an even number of fists that say you are going to give me some gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ron puts up Jack Johnson and Tom O'Leary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to fight you, Mr. Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, you are going to get really hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine. I don't get paid enough for this. Fill it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it should only be about a gallon. I barely use it but I like to keep the tank topped off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The attendant rolls his eyes and puts the nozzle in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-7265813949983905910?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7265813949983905910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=7265813949983905910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7265813949983905910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/7265813949983905910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-53.html' title='Idea #53'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8407546737173415534</id><published>2008-07-18T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:04:51.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #52</title><content type='html'>Ron and the news team try out a new fad. They throw a toga party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know about you but I like this toga. I might wear one to work tomorrow. Is there a formal toga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think you use a silk sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I can just put a tie on over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like how free it is down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. This is a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; swingers party if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They all laugh. Brick laughs because the others are. Champ does a swivel-hipped boogie dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wearing my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, did you see that one chick? I think she used a pillow case instead of a sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whammy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Laura. She's the new intern. She brought me some coffee today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new girl? I guess I'll have to show her the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ropes"&gt;ropes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Champ goes off in search of Laura. Ron watches Champ leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been working on a new pickup line for the toga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do you wanna help me return this sheet to my bed?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not impressed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Flora, goddess of flowers, in that toga? Any chance I can deflower you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron and Brian look at Brick dumbfounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8407546737173415534?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8407546737173415534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8407546737173415534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8407546737173415534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8407546737173415534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-52.html' title='Idea #52'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4598614936790268753</id><published>2008-07-17T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:02:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #51</title><content type='html'>Veronica comes in the front door after her salon day with Lady Ron (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-46.html"&gt;Idea #46&lt;/a&gt;). Ron hears the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223962004871710338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/SH89xASEBoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-HYmi5lwmk8/s320/susanpowter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey, is that you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron walks to the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How was the-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(looks at her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Twiggy's Lashes! What did you do to your head?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's extreme-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extreme?!? You look like a man! A sexy-bodied man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wearing makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you finished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long is it going to take to grow back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I want it to grow back. It feels so free and getting ready in the morning is going to be so much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They aren't going to let you on the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I have short hair? Be serious, Ron. That's discrimination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look like a turned-on light bulb. Viewers are going to be disgusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you disgusted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron moves up close to her. She opens her arms to hug him. Ron pats her crotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just checking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said you would love me if I got in a horrible accident and my face was all scarred. Remember that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have to say that. It's the only way to get a woman to do things to you that she doesn't want to do. Besides, even disfigured, at least you'd look like a disfigured woman. Now, you look like Ziggy Stardust if he went to the army. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you! I'm going out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Veronica runs out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(out the door)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go see if the hairdresser can glue your hair back on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4598614936790268753?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4598614936790268753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4598614936790268753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4598614936790268753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4598614936790268753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-51.html' title='Idea #51'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/SH89xASEBoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-HYmi5lwmk8/s72-c/susanpowter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6030379655046080387</id><published>2008-07-16T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:23:37.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #50</title><content type='html'>Found on Brick's desk with a paper-clipped note reading "Don't Read. Only Brick." was a file stating the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFIDENTIAL: National Security Agency (NSA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10, 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States Department of Defense Case # 27425&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: Twelve casualties at a celebrity golf tournament held in San Diego, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Agent Tamland (Code Name "The Deluge") was inadvertantly triggered by one of the celebrity golfers. Tamland is the second operative trained as part of Project Weatherman. Project Weatherman takes vapid meteorologists and, through hypnosis and intense combat training, creates a super agent controllable by a series of trigger words. The trigger words were picked from a list of uncommon English words and obscure international cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident took place on the 14th tee. Tamland had just completed his swing. The trigger word was "Chalcis" which is a city in ancient Syria. There is one mention of the city in Homer's "Iliad" which until that day was unknown to the Project. Bruce Hume, a local newspaper columnist and victim of the incident, likes to read aloud Greek poetry after a successful tee shot. On the 14th hole, Hume hit his ball into the fairway. After Tamland hit, Hume read the passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And looked just like the shrill mountain owl&lt;br /&gt;Gods call Chalcis..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the trigger spoken, The Deluge was unleashed. Everyone who could identify Tamland was killed instantly as a result of the training. Tamland has been debriefed and believes everyone was struck by lightning. The DOD Cleanup Team arrived on the scene shortly after the incident to corroborate that explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until further notice, Project Weatherman will be shut down and new agents will not be trained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6030379655046080387?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6030379655046080387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6030379655046080387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6030379655046080387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6030379655046080387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-50.html' title='Idea #50'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-2161418518530103404</id><published>2008-07-15T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:14:44.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #49</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first date between Veronica and Wes Mantooth takes place at a club, very similar to Tino's (the bar Ron took Veronica to on their first date). We look into the evening in flashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FLASH 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you like this club?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The San Diego Tribune gave it more stars than Tino's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FLASH 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been taking private lessons on jazz flute. My teacher says I'm quite good, possibly the best in the city. But I don't want to toot my own flute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He laughs and Veronica nervously chuckles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FLASH 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grew a mustache once but it was so thick and luxurious, I got scared that it would distract people from the news that I got rid of it. To me, the news is the most important thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FLASH 4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do you see yourself in five years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see myself in politics. Maybe mayor. Maybe governor. Who knows? All I know is that I'm looking for a good co-engineer to ride the Mantooth train to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FLASH 5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a nice time. I've got something I've been meaning to ask you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(leans in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you had to rank this first date against all of your other first dates, where would you put it? I know you've dated some interesting people-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(standing up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've sat here listening to you go on and on, goading me into telling you that you're better than Ron Burgundy. You are not. Ron Burgundy has self-respect. Ron Burgundy somehow has more class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, my God. I still love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Veronica runs out of the club to return to Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-2161418518530103404?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2161418518530103404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=2161418518530103404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2161418518530103404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2161418518530103404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-49.html' title='Idea #49'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4027731878791285306</id><published>2008-07-14T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:29:59.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #48</title><content type='html'>Ron's fifth (and final) PSA pitch (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-30.html"&gt;Idea #30&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is sitting opposite Champ dressed as Planet Earth (again, see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-30.html"&gt;Idea #40&lt;/a&gt;). They are in an interview setting. Brian is off screen and operating the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see why I have to wear this stupid costume. I personally like littering. Didn't we already do one with this costume?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We paid a lot of money for that costume out of the studio's pockets, well Garth's-Regardless, we're going to get our money's worth. Brian, whenever you're ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're recording.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Right now? Ok. Suck it up, Champ. Last one. And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(composes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Action. Hi, I'm Ron Burgundy and I have a very special guest in the studio today. A warm welcome to Planet Earth. Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for having me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I brought you on today to talk about littering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(fake anger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take it you don't like littering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it! Do you know how many hurricanes it takes to clean up a single bag of garbage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eight hurricanes for one bag of garbage? Seems high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which one of us is the planet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think you can do it with less hurricanes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;I think we're getting off topic. The point is that it's a scientific fact that you, the Earth, make a natural disaster everytime someone litters. Is that safe to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, let's say I drop a few cans of beer on the grass at lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tsunami in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, you heard the Earth. If you don't want to be responsible for large scale murder, don't litter. This has been Ron Burgundy. I'd like to thank my guest, the Earth. Stay classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(pause, leans in to Champ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should we do it again but not with Japan? I feel like noone's going to care if they get hit. It's still pretty close to W.W. II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian (O.C.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still rolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dammit, Brian! Why didn't you cut after Stay clas-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The camera cuts to a still of Ron and Earth Champ shaking hands. The narrator speaks over the still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Narrator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can be good friends with the Earth, too. Don't litter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4027731878791285306?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4027731878791285306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4027731878791285306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4027731878791285306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4027731878791285306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-48.html' title='Idea #48'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5037589463057367722</id><published>2008-07-14T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:54:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Was on vacation since Thursday so there have been no new Anchorman 2 Ideas. A new daily streak will begin today. I don't want anyone to think that I'm tapped out at 47 ideas. This retarded train isn't stopping at any stations, it's chugging through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5037589463057367722?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5037589463057367722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5037589463057367722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5037589463057367722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5037589463057367722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-161631318769214340</id><published>2008-07-09T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:07:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #47</title><content type='html'>With the mysterious illness affecting San Diego's male population still confusing doctors (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-43.html"&gt;Idea #43&lt;/a&gt;), air and ground travel out of the city has been suspended. Ron arrives at the city border where Brian was reporting from. A large gathering of men surrounds Brian. The National Guard, brought in to enforce the quarantine, are equipped with gas masks. Ron approaches one of the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know who I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardsman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good, then as a celebrity, you can allow me to pass to safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardsman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry. I can't do that. Now, please back away, Mr. Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron walks back to the male mob and huddles them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gentlemen, if we don't do something soon, we're going to be a lot more gentle than men. I'm going to make one last attempt to appeal to their sense of decency. If that doesn't work, we take them. There are more of us than there are of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they have guns, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They aren't going to shoot us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you see my earlier report? He fired at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a warning shot. Ok, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron turns to face the National Guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys, I want you to forget about your military orders. Forget that you are soldiers and remember that you are men. Men with penises. Penises that work. How would you feel if your pants buddy stopped working? What if it was an angry, desperate male mob keeping you in your National Guard town? That wouldn't be nice, now would it? You'd want the mob to let you out, right? Let us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron walks forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardsman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Burgundy, stop walking. You cannot leave the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry you feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron turns to tell the mob to charge but a shot is fired. Ron spins and falls. He is clutching his arm and wailing. Brian runs over to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been shot! It hurts so bad! Brian, tell me the truth. How bad does it look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian moves Ron's hand. There is a slash through the suit jacket and shirt underneath. A small amount of blood is on the suit. The wound is barely a scratch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, it looks fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not a time to lie to me! I can take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bullet barely got you. It went through your suit jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, God! Not the suit! I loved this suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to the National Guard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever shot me owes me a new suit! It was Italian! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's get you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian tries to stand Ron up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to National Guard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have to go to Italy and ask for Giancarlo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian sits him up on the pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;(to National Guard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell him you want the Burgundy Speciale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron sits in the middle of the road rubbing his arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-161631318769214340?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/161631318769214340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=161631318769214340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/161631318769214340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/161631318769214340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-47.html' title='Idea #47'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-3057518355139266155</id><published>2008-07-08T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:23:14.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #46</title><content type='html'>Veronica and Lady Ron (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-35.html"&gt;Idea #35&lt;/a&gt;) go to a salon for a girls day. The steroids are causing a mustache to grow and some pimples to form on the back of Lady Ron's neck which can be seen now that her hair is in a more masculine style. Her voice might be deeper as well. She refuses each treatment as they are offered. Veronica can only look on in stunned silence. Finally, she can't take it anymore and confronts her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Ron or Ronnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(getting enraged)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gets me so mad that people still call me Mary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, Ronnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't remember you being this angry. Are you ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. I've been taking these vitamins that Champ got and one of the side effects is explosive anger or rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you need to take them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ wants me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have to do everything that Champ wants. You don't have to grow a mustache or cut your hair. You were very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell! I thought you of all people would understand how nice it is to not have to worry about feminine upkeep. Do you know how easy it is to get up in the morning and not have to put on all that makeup? It takes me fifteen minutes to get ready now. With the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say let yourself be as your body wants to be. I haven't shaved my legs in weeks and I get to wear pants every day. You should try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron&lt;br /&gt;I guess you aren't the independent woman you thought you were. You are still holding on to the ideals imposed by men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Veronica thinks about. She goes from confused to angry as the thoughts rattle around in her brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;br /&gt;You're right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to the beautician)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cut it all off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to Lady Ron)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, let me have one of the vitamins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cut to ten minutes later. Veronica is looking in the mirror at the buzz cut she just got. She looks like Susan Powter (see below).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Ron (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, my head feels so free! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220616096740247986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/SHNarhLjibI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXGgwZIztlA/s320/susanpowter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-3057518355139266155?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3057518355139266155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=3057518355139266155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3057518355139266155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/3057518355139266155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-46.html' title='Idea #46'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/SHNarhLjibI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AXGgwZIztlA/s72-c/susanpowter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4332115313218494448</id><published>2008-07-07T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:36:42.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #45</title><content type='html'>With the backup generators on and few injuries as a result of the panic (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-39.html"&gt;Idea #39&lt;/a&gt;), Ron restores order. He stands on top of the news desk and a crowd gathers around. Garth is still tethered with Christmas lights to the support beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone, it looks like Tom from accounting is going to be ok. He's going to need Rabies shots since we don't know where some of you have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(back to serious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, he's going to need stitches on some of those bite marks so hopefully we can get in touch with a doctor soon. Cannibalism after six minutes? That has to be some kind of record. You know who you are. I can see your not proud faces from here. Ok, Ed Harken is not here today so that means, as Anchorman, I'm in charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, Ron-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shut up, Garth! We have to remain calm! We don't have time to fight over who's in charge! Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Champ walks over to Garth and attempts to stuff a rag in his mouth. Garth resists. Champ slaps his face but he keeps his mouth taut. Champ pinches the nostrils. Garth eventually gives in and Champ stuffs the rag in his mouth. Champ turns around and gives Ron the thumbs up. Ron nods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see, my regime works fast and without hesitation. Who knows how long this hurricane will last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last I heard before the power outage, Channel Nine news said five days. And there's enough food in the cafeteria for about ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait. Wait. There's food in the cafeteria and we tried to eat Tom? And did you say Channel Nine news? We don't get our news from Mantooth's team. What does Brick say? Brick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brick appears from the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick, what are you doing in the back? You're a major character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brick shrugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick, when's the hurricane going to be done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's a hurricane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The storm, Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. A while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A while like five days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long's a day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(regrouping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I'm sure it will pass soon. Brian, you're in charge of rationing the cafeteria food. Champ, make sure Garth has a fresh rag in his mouth every twelve hours. Everyone else, don't eat each other. We're going to get through this people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4332115313218494448?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4332115313218494448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4332115313218494448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4332115313218494448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4332115313218494448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-45.html' title='Idea #45'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4404487159726228853</id><published>2008-07-06T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:20:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #44</title><content type='html'>Ron's fourth PSA pitch (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-30.html"&gt;Idea #30&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Brian are in a janitor's closet. It is dark and dirty. Their clothes are ratty and there are dirt smudges on their faces. Ron looks down at the ground and picks up a candy bar with an obvious fake mouse (the kind used to distract kittens) attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look what I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron smacks the mouse off of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I'm so hungry. Please share it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't eat the whole thing. We have to save some. We don't know when we'll be this lucky again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't we go outside and find food? I'm sure there's food out there. I'm so hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't. The air is poison. If you breathe it, you will die on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Littering, old friend. Too many people littered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are people so stupid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know. I just wish there was some way that we could go back in time and warn everyone that throwing aluminum cans on the ground or into the sea is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They wouldn't believe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron takes out a camera. He holds his breath, opens the door, reaches his arm outside, and aimlessly clicks the camera button. He closes the door and gasps for breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would show them these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How would you get them developed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not in the script. Stick-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron lunges to attack Brian. The shot cuts to just Ron in the janitor's closet. Brian is missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, why did my friend have to die and that mouse drag him away to eat him? This world is cruel. Maybe if I yell as loud as I can, people in the past would hear me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(takes a deep breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T LITTER! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T LITTER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sobbing and yelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THINK OF THE CHILDREN AND ME, RON BURGUNDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron coughs and huddles up with his candy bar as he bites into it. The screen fades to black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4404487159726228853?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4404487159726228853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4404487159726228853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4404487159726228853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4404487159726228853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-44.html' title='Idea #44'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-1323642574385181186</id><published>2008-07-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:44:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #43</title><content type='html'>A mysterious illness has broken out in the male population of San Diego. While doctors are baffled, symptoms include a rash, fever, and night sweats. Initially affecting a handful of men, it has reached over one hundred. Ron, with Veronica in the studio, and Brian, in the field, report the latest information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We now go back to Brian Fantana on the San Diego border.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cut to Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, Ron. Air travel in and out of San Diego has been suspended and, as you can see, the National Guard has been brought in to stop anyone from leaving the city. Watch. I'm going to try to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian runs at the road block. A guardsman points his gun at Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardsman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sir, please stop running! I will shoot you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian stops running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will shoot me in the face if I try to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to Guardsmen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good work, guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to the camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to you, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cut back to Ron and Veronica in the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This seems bad, Veronica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is, Ron. I just got news that scientists have found a new symptom: impotence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll have to bring our resident medical expert in to explain this impotence to all of us that did not go to medical school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, impotence means the inability to perform sexually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What? Like you don't feel like it? I'm not following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Veronica leans over and whispers in Ron's ear to avoid saying anything on air. Ron goes from professional to wide-eyed, crazy man in moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What!?! Not Little Ron!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, calm down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(standing up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not calming down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(talking into his mic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian! I'm coming! We're getting out of here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron runs off the set, ripping out his earpiece, pushing people out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the break, we'll be going back to Brian in the field. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-1323642574385181186?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1323642574385181186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=1323642574385181186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1323642574385181186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/1323642574385181186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-43.html' title='Idea #43'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-690912837922674590</id><published>2008-07-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:35:21.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #42</title><content type='html'>The annual Fourth of July party for the station kicks off. This is not to be confused with yesterday's Third of July party or tomorrow's Fifth of July party. Ron, Brian, and Brick are standing around reminiscing about Independence Day shindigs of years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How about the time you put the sparkler down Garth's pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he looked like he had a sparkly tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got third degree burns before anyone would help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was pretty mad about that one actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sparkly tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brick walks away still laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or what about the time Champ brought that girl who was dressed like Uncle Sam and he was dressed as Lady Liberty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course. How many chances to do get to see Lady Liberty give it to Uncle Sam on the front lawn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They both pause (See &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-35.html"&gt;Idea #35&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we should have seen this whole Lady Ron thing coming sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did Brick go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A scream starts in the distance. Ron and Brian look over as the scream gets louder and closer. They watch as Garth runs by with a sparkler sticking out of the back of his pants. Brick comes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(points in direction Garth ran)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sparkly tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice. Hey, Brick, remember the party that you blew up the news van?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really? The fire department came and you were brought in for questioning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember when I put that sparkler in Garth's butt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick, that just happened. Like 2 seconds ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brick just keeps laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-690912837922674590?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/690912837922674590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=690912837922674590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/690912837922674590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/690912837922674590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-42.html' title='Idea #42'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6222236752262926841</id><published>2008-07-03T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T05:25:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #41</title><content type='html'>Brian decides it is time to admit to Ron that he is a virgin after the last disaster with a woman (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-36.html"&gt;Idea #36&lt;/a&gt;). Brian goes into Ron's office. He looks nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, I need to talk to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian closes all the blinds and puts a chair under the door handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you taking me hostage? Remember when the crazy guy from the mail room did it? He got none of his demands and a beating from police. And then I beat him while the police held him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't have anyone walk in here while I tell you this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(pointing to wall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you might want to plug that hole in the wall from the office next door. Champ uses it to watch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian sees the hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you talked to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did but I'm like a drug. You can't quit Burgundy cold turkey. So, I let him have the spy hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there any way to plug it temporarily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(at the wall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ! Is there any way to plug that hole so Brian and I can talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope. This is my lunch break. You promised. Do you want some Cracker Jacks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(delighted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd love some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron goes over to the wall hole and cups his hand under it. Cracker Jacks fall into his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian, Cracker Jacks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No thanks, Ron. I'm going to go. Maybe we can talk another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next week might work. Champ's going on vacation. Where are you going, Champ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um...Antarctica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it cold? Why are you going there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like penguins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't you just go to the zoo? It's warmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Champ groans in frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going on vacation, Ron. I lied. I wanted you to look natural when I watched through the hole. Sometimes it seems staged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ (O.S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Cracker Jacks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have to ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cracker Jacks come through the hole in the wall as Brian leaves the room disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6222236752262926841?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6222236752262926841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6222236752262926841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6222236752262926841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6222236752262926841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-41.html' title='Idea #41'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8195025356445191479</id><published>2008-07-02T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:19:32.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #40</title><content type='html'>Ron's third PSA pitch (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-30.html"&gt;Idea #30&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-34.html"&gt;Idea #34&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting is the park. Champ is wearing a giant, round bubble. It is crudely painted to look like the Earth. His arms and legs extend out from holes in the bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 - Earth Champ runs over to a jogger and throws a soda can at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 - He throws a ketchup packet at a woman sitting on a bench and quickly runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 - He knocks over a man playing fetch with his dog. Earth Champ pins the man to the ground and stuffs a piece of paper in his mouth. Earth Champ leans over the man's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you like it? Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man makes muffled noises through the paper. Earth Champ makes a hocking noise indicating a loogie is imminent. Ron steps into frame blocking Earth Champ and the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not so much fun when the situation's reversed, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The spit sound is heard from behind Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, I'm Ron Burgundy telling you, "Don't litter. It pisses off the Earth." Stay classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron smiles at the camera while the woman from Scene 2 runs in and starts hitting Champ with her purse. Ron turns around to help as it fades to black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8195025356445191479?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8195025356445191479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8195025356445191479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8195025356445191479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8195025356445191479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-40.html' title='Idea #40'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-4855067746232120570</id><published>2008-07-01T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:00:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #39</title><content type='html'>The rain from the hurricane is coming down hard (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/idea-7.html"&gt;Idea #7&lt;/a&gt;). Flooding has begun and the winds are topping eighty miles per hour. A state of emergency has been declared by the Governor of California asking everyone to stay where they are. With the news being interrupted by the Emergency Broadcast System, there's only one thing to do...party, Channel 4 News-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is standing next to a partially decorated Christmas tree holding a beverage. Garth Holladay walks up to him nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(shouting off camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want all the Christmas lights hooked up! I want this place to look jolly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh, Ron. The Governor is asking us to conserve power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth, that's nonsense. I'm trying to boost morale. Don't you want good spirits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(raising his glass)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In more ways than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when the power goes out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth, it won't. Now, shut up and have a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, with Ed not here, I'm in charge and I'm going to have t-to insist that you stop wasting electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron puts his hand on Garth's shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that what you really want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's he gon-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We fade to black and come back to see Garth wearing a Santa hat. The camera pans down to show him tied to a support beam using Christmas lights that are lit. Ron walks up to him holding a drink with a straw. There is lots of partying and laughing going on in the background. Music is playing over the news speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry about that but you were pooping on the party. Have a sip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron puts the straw up to his lips. Garth takes a sip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, what is that? It burns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. One of the camermen made this in the ladies bathroom sink. It's awful but I feel bad not drinking it. He tried so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, as you can see, everyone is happy and we are just going to ride out the storm here in one big celebration. There was no need to worry about losing pow-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a loud thunder clap. The building shakes and the lights go out. There is screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVERYBODY PANIC! OH GOD! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-4855067746232120570?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4855067746232120570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=4855067746232120570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4855067746232120570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/4855067746232120570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/idea-39.html' title='Idea #39'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-52573982800024596</id><published>2008-06-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:07:25.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #38</title><content type='html'>Ron is passed out as a result of holding his breath in defiance at couples therapy (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-32.html"&gt;Idea #32&lt;/a&gt;). He has the following dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is walking around a carnival. He comes upon a dunk tank that is not filled with water but filled with scotch. Veronica, dressed like a sexy clown, sits on the suspended seat. The target is Dr. Skinner with his face painted to be a bullseye. A bucket of balls appear at Ron's feet along with a rocks glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy Clown Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Ron. Don't bother trying. You have a limp noodle arm to match the limp noodle in your pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;How could you say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy Clown Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just stating facts. As you would say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(in her best Ron Burgundy voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's science."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a terrible impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bullseye Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's just role playing Ron. This is healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay out of this, Doctor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bullseye Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, how does it make you feel to have a limp noodle in your pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE A-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron screams, picks up a ball, and throws it at Bullseye Skinner but misses. Bullseye Skinner and Sexy Clown Veronica both laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy Clown Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told you, Doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sexy Clown Veronica makes a motion with her pinkie. Bullseye Skinner looks over and keeps laughing. Ron looks down to realize he's not wearing any pants. He covers himself up and throws another ball. It hits Bullseye Skinner but nothing happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy Clown Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not hard enough. As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy Clown Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm only a whore because I have to go elsewhere to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron throws another ball and hits Sexy Clown Veronica in the face. She falls into the scotch unconscious. Ron sees that she's not moving and runs over to the dunk tank to get her but the walls of the tank extend up to the sky. There's no way in. Ron grabs a stool and slams it against the side of the tank but it merely bounces off. Ron notices a tap at the base of the tank. He gets the rocks glass and starts filling it. He drinks the scotch as fast as he can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm coming, Flower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He can't drink it fast enough. A dog bowl appears at his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I going to do with-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baxter barks in the distance as Ron turns around to see his beloved canine friend running towards him. He fills the dog bowl from the tap. Baxter and Ron continue to drink the scotch feverishly. The scotch level comes down with the help of a now inebriated Baxter. Soon, Sexy Clown Veronica is lying at the bottom of the tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Veronica! Don't leave me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bullseye Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let her go, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No! Veronica, I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bullseye Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron. Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We dissolve back to Dr. Skinner's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, can you hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(waking up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Veronica! Don't leave me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, I'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't matter. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drank all the scotch and saved your clown life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, Ron. One thing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you put your pants back on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-52573982800024596?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/52573982800024596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=52573982800024596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/52573982800024596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/52573982800024596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-38a.html' title='Idea #38'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-2490236543909595029</id><published>2008-06-29T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:31:43.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #37</title><content type='html'>Ron and Veronica banter on the news about the wedding of Charles and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That wedding was just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, like a fairy tale. Call it a hunch, though. I don't think they're going to last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, that's a terrible thing to say. We here at the World News wish them many happy years together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the "On Air" light goes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just a feeling. If you got a time machine and went far into the future, I bet you would find out that they didn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your problem with marriage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron tilts his head and looks off screen. The image dissolves to a young Ron (about 7) fishing with his dad, Papa Burgundy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa, I can't wait to be older and married like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Son, this is important. One day you'll find a girl-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's wrong with Mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a fishing trip. We don't have that kind of time. Getting back to marriage. It may seem like the thing to do. You'll be in love with a woman, so in love that you can picture the wedding with a mountain and a family band made up of your children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That sounds nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does. But, Ron, listen to me very carefully. Marriage is for suckers. It starts out nice with the companionship and the having sex but then something happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What, papa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She starts thinking for herself. She wants an equal say in everything, sometimes more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Son, don't ever get married. Drink a lot of scotch and get with a lot of women but don't ever get married. Now, goodbye Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Papa Burgundy jumps over the side of the boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Papa, what if she's amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Papa Burgundy comes back up from the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa Burgundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Papa Burgundy sinks back down and never resurfaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(crying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The image dissolves back to present day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(crying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay away from me! I'm never getting married! Or going fishing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron runs off the set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-2490236543909595029?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2490236543909595029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=2490236543909595029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2490236543909595029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/2490236543909595029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-37.html' title='Idea #37'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-8520333327587384958</id><published>2008-06-28T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:58:40.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #36</title><content type='html'>Brian Fantana has a successful date with a young woman named Maddy. After some feeble attempts by Brian to get out of continuing the evening, they go back to her place. In the bedroom, Brian is clearly nervous but trying to act like his usual cool self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what do you wanna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(nervous laughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's going to happen...all...night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(while kissing his neck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good. You can do whatever you want to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to...cover you in oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(unbuttoning his shirt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of oil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(getting into it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Motor oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where are you gonna get that oil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(in his sexiest voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the gas station we passed driving over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you like your girls slippery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slippery...mmmm....and flammable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(kissing his chest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you going to set me on fire with passion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I am. Get ready for a passion fire. Call the passion fire department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like that. You know what else I like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(unbuttons his pants) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(pulling away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa...well...he's flattered but...uhh...he...has to get up early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he can get up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(laughs and puts shirt on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like an erection. You're clever. Listen, let's do this again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian gets up and leaves a confused Maddy in her bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Adam McKay has stated in the DVD commentary for the movie that Brian has never slept with a woman despite acting like a such a ladies man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-8520333327587384958?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8520333327587384958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=8520333327587384958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8520333327587384958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/8520333327587384958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-36.html' title='Idea #36'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-6517901039118556275</id><published>2008-06-27T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:05:35.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #35</title><content type='html'>After Ron realizes that Champ is dating a "Lady Ron" and possibly ruining her life (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-23.html"&gt;Idea #23&lt;/a&gt;), he decides it is time to have a talk with Champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Ron. How they hangin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magnificently but that's not why I asked you here. This is a friendly environment, Champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, well, I wanted to talk to you about Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She goes by Ron now. You know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. Do you think its odd that she dresses like me now and you call her Ron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron turns around and picks up a box off his desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was on my desk when I got here. It was delivered to my office by mistake. Steroids, Champ? I hope these are for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're for Ron. I like my women a little hairier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you in love with me and therefore, ipso facto, trying to turn Mary into me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her name is Ron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Champ grabs the box and runs out in near tears. Brian walks into Ron's office shortly after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How'd it go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not good. Maybe I'll have Veronica talk to Lady Ron next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make it soon before Lady Ron has a thicker moustache and bigger guns than Man Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-6517901039118556275?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6517901039118556275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=6517901039118556275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6517901039118556275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/6517901039118556275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-35.html' title='Idea #35'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-5355315287367507374</id><published>2008-06-26T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:13:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #34</title><content type='html'>Ron's second PSA pitch (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-30.html"&gt;Idea #30&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 - Brick, poorly dressed like an old lady, is walking through the park. He drops a candy wrapper on the ground as he waddles along. Instantly, Ron Burgundy comes running up to him and punches him in the face, knocking him down. Ron gives thumbs up to the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 - A baby stroller is idle on the sidewalk. Out of the stroller comes a rattle which lands on the ground. Instantly, Ron Burgundy bull rushes the stroller sending it tumbling down the sidewalk. A fake baby flies out of the stroller and gets run over by a bus. Ron looks surprised, then crosses his arms and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 - A man of indeterminate ethnicity is walking on the beach. He throws a can of soda down to the sand and keeps walking. Instantly, Ron Burgundy jumps in front of him holding a gun. He places the end of the gun on the man's forehead and pulls the trigger. The man takes a bit too long to react and falls down. Ron walks towards the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Littering is wrong. It doesn't matter if you're an old lady, a baby, or whatever that last guy was. If you litter, you deserve to die. I'm Ron Burgundy saying, 'Don't trash the Earth or I'll trash you.' Stay classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron smiles as it fades to black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-5355315287367507374?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5355315287367507374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=5355315287367507374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5355315287367507374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/5355315287367507374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-34.html' title='Idea #34'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-46774136405742690</id><published>2008-06-25T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:15:54.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #33</title><content type='html'>With rain from the hurricane (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/idea-7.html"&gt;Idea #7&lt;/a&gt;) starting to fall and the "Will it float?" test for the ark (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-24.html"&gt;Idea #24&lt;/a&gt;) somehow ending in an explosion, Brick tries one last thing. Ron and Brian go to the park to get him. They find him with about thirty umbrellas duct-taped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Brick, we go on the air soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, buddy, we need you to do the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't. I'm very busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brick tapes another umbrella to the "super umbrella."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many umbrellas is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think one thousand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost count at five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The people at the station are pissed that you took their umbrellas. I don't know what they're going to do when they find out what you did with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm making a big enough umbrella to block the rain for the whole city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is ridiculous. Why don't you just Saran Wrap the whole city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried but it didn't go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brick points over by a tree where the trunk is covered in Saran Wrap and a partially wrapped cat is struggling in the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian, can you-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll get the cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian goes off to unwrap the cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, Brick, the best way for you to help San Diego is to report the news. That's going to be better than any horse sacrifice or ark or jum...brella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That just came to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. Sometimes my brain is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396370121438346374-46774136405742690?l=anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/feeds/46774136405742690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396370121438346374&amp;postID=46774136405742690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/46774136405742690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396370121438346374/posts/default/46774136405742690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-33.html' title='Idea #33'/><author><name>Kevin Tor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012576831837099699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbN8FetIYv4/Sb5gYXUTucI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V9spc3saTVE/S220/3342299223_f82b7c7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396370121438346374.post-7146331405100801600</id><published>2008-06-24T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:41:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #32</title><content type='html'>Ron and Veronica go to their second session of couples therapy with Dr. Skinner (see &lt;a href="http://anchorman2ideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea-27.html"&gt;Idea #27&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I'd like to focus on sacrifice. Every relationship requires some form of compromise. Ron, what would you like to see Veronica give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(playing an angle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing. I love everything Veronica does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very supportive, Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, Veronica, your turn. What would you like to see Ron stop doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to see him stop drinking scotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, let Veronica finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You drink too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is absurd. I did the nice thing and said you were perfect and-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you saying you lied about not wanting to change things about Veronica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured that if I said she shouldn't change anything, she would-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron, this is about honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see that. Brutal honesty. I'm not giving up scotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Skinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relationships are about compromise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what that word means. Is that even a real word? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(beat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have some things she could give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doctor, these aren't going to be real things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/
