It was too good. It needed to be finished. So I finished it.

Yes, you did! Does it matter who did? She wrote it. It was her. I need a sample of your handwriting.

Why? Did you write it?

Did you write the report? No. No. We all discussed what to say. We all wrote it together. She wrote. She wrote the report. She was in charge. Is that true? No.

I wrote it, I wrote it on the board. I wrote it on the board, then I went all over New York City looking for you.

All right. Don't look at my list, Ross, 'cause there's a lot on there that you don't have.

I can't write. you know I mean I'm an actor, I could act like a writer, you know. But see? Nada.

Dear diary: I'm so excited. My resolution is to write in you every day. I'll see you tomorrow. Nothing.

Anyways, I'm also writing a screenplay.

That's why I changed everything to the funny things you do that I like.

Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, I could write about the time my hair did that Woo-hoo thing.

You read my video game reviews?

Well, why do, you know, go in that room and do your homework?

It dawned on me when I was walking around that while you wrote a funny book about vows you never actually wrote any vows from you to me.

Do you trust me? Or don't you? Because if you don't, get someone else to write it. Or write it yourself.

This book is supposed to be about America Works.

Oh, what's he written? I guess he's more of a teacher. Really.

There's no need. I wrote the report.

The way of the viola and the violins interacted so sad and beautiful. Who composed that? Me. You composed it? I did.

Hey, did I do these neat enough? Yeah, they're fine. Yeah?