Teaching George How to Fight

Which you think doesn't go all that well, but later on. . .
-M: Yeah, Dad really came through in the end.-
:) This didn't make it look promising, though:

Marty: *describing their plan* So! 9 o'clock, you're strolling through the parking lot. You see us -- s-struggling in the car. You walk up -- you open the door and you say *beat, Marty gets frustrated* Your line, George!
George: Oh! Ah -- *shakes finger at imaginary assailant* Hey you, get your damn hands off her! *goes thoughtful* You really think I oughta swear?
Marty: Yes, definitely -- goddamn it, George, swear.

Always amusing.
-M2: You know, even older, Dad didn't swear all that much. We kids learned quickly he really only did it when he was really pissed off.-
-VuM: *joke* Whereas Doc swears at the drop of a wrench.-
Uh, don't you mean "the drop of--" *pause* *snork*
-OD: Well, it's painful when a large and heavy wrench drops on your foot.-
Anyway, not much to report -- been your typical Monday. My NaNo stats remain steadily high:

19420 / 50000 words. 39% done!
And I also have a sneak peek at a funny scene from Chapter 4 on my NaNo page, if anyone's interested.
And now, I go to work on getting some new songs on my MP3 player.