So, here’s the Mike Sorrentino, Hooligans:
SCENE: INT.: HOODY’S ROOM, EVENING:
Dear Sweet Mama: Hey, Hoody, could you get my clothes out of the dryer?
Hoody: Sure, no problem. Are they dry now?
INT.: LAUNDRY ROOM, LATER:
Hoody is folding clothes. DSM walks by.
DSM: You don’t have to fold them!
HH: Of course I do, that’s part of “getting them out of the dryer.” It’s no biggie.
The Concubine walks past the door, sees Hoody folding clothes.
TC: I had things in there!
HH: Yeah, I know, I was just folding -
TC: Are they dry? Okay.
The Concubine then proceeds to gather up the clothes Hoody has not yet folded, and storm off into her bedroom.
WHA WHA WHAAAAAAAAT?
Seriously, bitch? I’m not allowed to FOLD YOUR CLOTHES??? Get the fuck over yourself, hon. It’s called doing you a favor. And don’t look now, I also switched your wet clothes from the washer to the dryer. Yeah, I’m such a cunt like that.
Okay, kids: Discuss.