Rex The (Sexist) Dog Page 2

Liked this very much - its a bit mad. And agree it would make a fine material for animation.
If I were you I would avoid sexism. Chicks hate it, and it makes it far more difficult to get your leg over.

Chicks will like what I tell them to like.

Thanks for the f-b!

Quote: Leevil @ April 2 2009, 8:52 PM BST

Chicks will like what I tell them to like.

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Defecation, Defecation, Defecation.

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Sniff, Hump or Attack?

Sorry, but this had nothing in it that made me want to see more.

But as it's Leevil, you probably won't write more anyway!

(Sorry again)

I just think it's very thin. Give us a bit more to go on, Lee?

Rex:
Were you lying?

Polly:
I'm not lying!

Rex:
No, I mean, were you lying down?

The tenses seem a bit muddled here for this bit to work in my head.

As an animation concept fine, but I'm afraid the sketch itself didn't really deliver for me. (Need more of a golden retriever to do that ) Also, how comes they act like an old married couple, yet she's got an advert for when she met him?

Tried a version, which admittedly is probably just me using up some lame puns
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INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Rex strides in through the door and notices Polly the Poodle reading a magazine. (IT'S A HELLO! TYPE ONE ENTITLED "WOOF!")

Rex:
Is this what you do all day?

Polly:
I've been working like a dog all week! Or am I not allowed to put my paws up once in a while?

Rex:
Yeah, I find Loose Dogs tiring too. Bloody moaning bitches!

Polly:
That's sexist!

Rex:
But they are! (SIDLING UP, PUTS A PAW ROUND HER). You'll always be my little bitch.

Polly pulls out a cut-out lonely hearts ad which reads,

"Rex The (Sexiest) Dog"

Polly:
(under her breath)
Bloody printing error.

Rex:
Where's my dinner?

Polly:
In your bowl.

Rex: (comes back in with bowl)
What's this? Looks like something the cat dragged in.

Polly:
I thought you liked Pedigree Chum

Rex:
Yeah, but you're supposed to mash up the meat with the jelly. Or it goes all lumpy - look. You know, you can be a right Pedigree Chump sometimes.

The rolled-up magazine goes flying past his head. Rex turns excitedly and bounds after it, out of the room.

Polly (settling back on the sofa, switching the TV on with the remote, where there are some coiffured dogs sat at a table, ala One Show)

Ahh! Peace at last

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