Oh, poor Les. What a terrible thing it is to have women professing their love for you. Brought this on yourself, buddy. Now you’re free to spend as much time as you like on the ol’ park bench with your favorite girl.
Tag: Susan
So Crazy
ryokomayuka
June 2, 2011 at 12:45 am
You know for someone who has wanted for something for such a long time Susan is seeming to give up very fast.
Epicus Doomus
June 2, 2011 at 1:31 am
All it took to undo decades of obsession was one kiss? That doesn’t really, uh, reflect too well on either of them, does it?
Flummoxicated
June 2, 2011 at 8:58 am
Imagine the cold fish Les must be for Susan to start backing away so fast after declaring the secret of her heart that really wasn’t all that secret.
Very astutely observed, gang!
Susan sees her opening and wastes not a minute in taking her shot. Did Les physically push her away or tell her no? All he did was raise his eyebrows! But that’s all the rejection Susan needs; after all, she had anticipated this (“…part of me knew that all along…”). She uses the occasion for some dramatic monologuing, followed by a “Good-bye!“
Ding-A-Ling
If Les’ eyebrows were arched any higher, they’d be halfway down his back. Susan has spoken those three little words that we’ve learned have the power to render Les mute. He can’t even muster an “I really care about you” this time; hell, he can’t even bring himself to look at her.
I was ready to commit the zen-sounding “unring a bell” to the Batiuktionary, but the Google turned up lots of results. Wikipedia tells us it’s “an analogy used to suggest the difficulty of forgetting information once it is known”.
It also happens to be a song by the great Tom Waits:
Liplock!
Les gets Susan up to speed regarding the movie option, up to and including his grudging acceptance of having to deal with those “Hollywood” people. No sooner does he conclude this update than Susan launches herself at him.
“I guess you’d better!” listen to Hollywood, Susan advises Les, before she engages him in some tonsil hockey. What a weird, vaguely threatening turn of phrase. Why not just go straight to “I’m so happy for you”? This is the plucky gal who stood up to the parents who bitched about the cancer play. Does she not share Les’ highfalutin’ convictions about his “art”?
It's Not Something You Forget
Susan’s not doing a very good job of containing her excitement. She makes a beeline from the faculty workroom to Mr. Moore’s classroom to hear the good news right from the horse’s ass.
Son of Stuck Funky 
