((Maybe April scared them away, lol. In the early version of this rpg on IMDB, April was an insane Johnny Depp fangirl))
"Yeah, but Nina likes to be kind of like Mimi. And in Forbidden Broadway, they called her a crackhead, nymphomaniac prostitute. Maybe she's turning into the Forbidden Broadway version of Mimi." KT blushes at Molly's comment. "Oh my God! No, Molly. That's just Angel, but really young. Because apparently all the Rent characters are real people." She then notices her sister checking out Evan. "Well, if you're gonna think Wilson's brave, strong, and pretty, I'm just glad you're letting me keep the real thing."
Roger sighs in a very emo way. "I don't know. I just don't see it. Except the way that you say it sounds so smart and wise, and makes me feel like I should trust you. You know, I think you would have made a better God in 'Bruce Almighty' than Morgan Freeman did."
MOLLY: *is not paying much attention to KT, but still hears a little of what she said* Oh well that's good, because if you had a kid and didn't tell me, I'd have to kill you. You can keep Wilson. I don't want him. Sorry Wil, but you just aren't sexy enough for me. Not like him...*in sultry voice to Evan* Hi there sexy. I'm Molly. Who are you?
WILSON: Uh, Molls . . . that's the sexually repressed and traumatized Evan . . . the nympho Evan is . . . uhm . . . well . . . *points to where nympho Evan is happily being smothered in Nina-love* Yeah. There.
MOLLY: No! Evan come back here! I looooooooove you! *looks over at the real Evan* Pshaw! I don't want him! I want him! *wails and points at the other Evan* I can make him...not sexually repressed! *calms down* What if I take it slow with him? *walks calmly over to Evan and sticks out her hand* Hello there. I'm Molly.I promise that I will not molest you and/or traumatize you.
"Well, they're kind of right about that," April says to Mimi, sniffing at her little plastic bags.
KT laughs at Molly. "Oh, very nice. Is that the way you introduced yourself to the strange boys in highschool?"
"You know, I could get fired for all this by now, and I don't even care," Green says, smiling over at Mark. "Ooh, hey look! Those kids got a rubber duckie in here!"
"Who produced this horrible music?" Frank demands. "Next time I go on a killing spree, I'm making sure they die too along with all the Paris Hilton CDs in existance!" With his free arm, he rubs Hedwig's back. "Come on, love. We need to get the hell out of here before our eardrums spout an ocean of blood. Let's go out to eat!"
Roger gasps. "Really? And those casting jerks didn't give it to you? How dare they! Well... that's okay. You need something different. You need like a supreme ruler of the universe movie. Or maybe you could write a book to help us emo kids stop being so emo."