Thread:TheEyeOfAllEyes/@comment-31595317-20170726033458/@comment-5455120-20170804051413

Linka:​ "Woohoo, we are killing it. But I've been thinking, maybe you should do a little less of the talky stuff and more of the pratfalls."

[Enraged, Lane then drops all of his supplies and turns to Linka, she's shocked.]

Lane:​ "Are you kidding me?!"

Linka: "What?"

Lane:​ "Listen, Linka. Just because you got a few laughs does not make you an expert on clowning. There's a lot more to it than just falling on your butt."

​Linka:​ "Well, the audience sure seems to like my--"

Lane:​ "Linka, enough! No more pratfalls. I am the clown. You are the assistant. Now go refill these whoopee cushions."

Linka:​ "But they're already inflated."

[Lane deflates them at his sister's face.]

Lane:​ [frustrated] "Not anymore!"

[Lane walks to the house, opens the door then slams it.]

Linka:​ "Oh, yeah?! Well, that would've been funnier if you'd fallen on your butt!"