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Heyy, Everybody!!
Berry Salmon here. <3
I had the most amazing boyfriend ever.
About my vid... It's a bunch of clips of Mark Indelicato playing Justin Suarez on Ugly Betty. These are some of his best moments, mostly from season 1.
Justin: I hate telenovellas... I wanna watch fasion TV....
Hilda: Justin, you can watch fasion TV later when your aunt Betty is babysitting, okay? Come have some flaun. (sp?)
Justin: I don't want flaun... I'll get fat.
Hilda: Honey? You're a
boy. It doesn't matter if you're fat or not.
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Justin: So? Was the club A-May-Zing? They say people wait in line for like, 3 hours just to get inside.
Betty: Some even more...
Hilda: You're home early. I checked your homework.
Justin: Was there any famous people there? didja bring me a matchbook?
Betty: Justin, I forgot.
Justin: Well what about the bathroom doors? Do they really fog over wh--
Betty: Justin, I didn't have to use the bathroom.
Hilda: Okay, Justin, time to go get ready for bed.
Justin: And by the way. I read your boss's first issue. A
little bulky, but good balance of style, accessories and (???) pieces.
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Justin: Oh. My god, you're a celebrity! The meade security guard knows your name!
Betty: Oh look, here are some of my friends.
Amanda: Just because we're sharing an elevator, doesn't mean we're friends.
Betty: Marc, Amanda... This is uh, Justin.
Marc: Oooh, so that's
pregnancy weight.
Betty: No, um, he's my nephew.
Justin: Oh. My God. The (???) From 2004!!
Marc: -gasp- wearing 2 year old shoes... Even I didn't catch that. Definatly not your son.
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Justin: Happy Halloween!! Guess who I am!
Ignacio: Why you're a proud member of America's Navy, sir!
Justin: No! I'm Gene Kelly from On The Town!
Hilda: Yeah, well let's just tell everybody at school that you're a sailor, okay?
Justin: Fine. But I'm a sailor that can sing and tap. New York, New York, a hell of a town. The (???) is up and the (???) down. New York, New York~ You're a hell of a town!!! And dance break!
Ignacio: Better hope he can sing, tap, and throw a punch...
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Justin: Hey cool, a costume!
Santos: Acctually it's a uniform, man... From the Jets, they're the best!!
Ignacio: Except for the Giants.
Santos: And look at this I got you a helmet, a football...
Justin: -gasp- Cool! Mom! Look! I'm the Phantom of the Opera...
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Betty: Hilda...
Hilda: What is this? -gasp- Oh, it's a scarf, oh it's beautiful!!
Justin: It's (???)
Hilda: Yeah, I know that...
Betty: And Justin.
Justin: Oh my God... It's a Burberry Belt! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! I've gotta call all my friends!
Hilda: No. No you don't! Justin!!
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Hilda: We don't need any cash, right? God have you seen my keys?
*doorbell*
Hilda: Wait!!!
Justin: Looking for these? Okay, here's how this is gonna work, ladies. You two are taking me to fashion week.
Hilda: Justin--
Justin: No argument!I’ve been waiting for this my whole life! I did my homework, I called in sick to school today, you just have to sign this little slip.
Hilda: If you think for a second that I am gonna l—
Justin: I swear, Mom, I will run away. I know a kid in 6th grade who sells crack.
Betty: -sigh- Okay. All right. Why don't we just bring Dad too?
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Lady: Hey, Wilhelmina! Love the hat.
Wilhelmina: Oh, thank you! Do we know this person?
Justin: Kayla Brooks, fashion correspondant for New York 1 she's in a midnight blue Chanel with pewter buttons and navy stockings.
Wilhelmina: Mistake?
Justin: Collassal, she looks like a mailbox.
Wilhelmina: Mmm, you're good, Jason.
Justin: It's Justin, but you can call me whatever you want, I love you.
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Justin: I knew it. 20 to 8. I told you we should have left earlier.
Hilda: I promise you, we will make the overture.
Justin: Mom, I appreciate the whole effort thing, but everyone knows that there's no overture in Hairspray.
Santos: Yeah, Hilda. Everyone knows that.
Hilda: Is there something you wanna tell your son, Santos?
Santos: Yo, Justin. About tonight...
*lights flash, screeching*
Justin: No way! This is not happening!! Why, God, why?
~~~
Justin: One minute till curtain. This is the worst thing that's ever happened, and I am not exaggerating.
Hilda: Justin, honey, you know the whole show inside and out. If you miss some of it, you know how it starts!
Justin: But Dad doesn't!! And the curtain is up. I am SO sorry.
Santos: I think I'll be okay.
Hilda: It's too bad. I know you really wanted to see it.
Justin: -gasp- Idea! I'll catch you up. Let me set the scene. Baltimore. 1962. The height of segregation, and the beginning of to (???) revolution. Our Heroine... Tracy Turnblad, chubby, totally adorable. She wakes and begins to sing. -'scuse me- Oh, Oh, oh, woke up today, feeling the way I always do! Good morning, Baltimore! Everyday's like an open door! Every night is a fantasy, every sound's like a symphony. Good Morning Baltimore! -hums-
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Daniel: Hey, Justin. How ya doin'?
Justin: Okay...
Daniel: You've been having kind of a rough time lately, huh?
Justin: I guess... Do you know how to play basketball?
Daniel: Sure. Back at Harvard they used to call me Dr. Swish. .....It's just a basketball term... Why do you ask?
Justin: I wanna learn how to play.
Daniel: Really. Basketball.
Justin: My dad loved it... This was his.
Daniel: Come on. Let's go shoot some hoops.
~~~
Daniel: so it's all in the wrist, Justin, Remember that. All right, you can do this! Let's shoot! But you're dribbling with one hand right? not two... So you wanna step off with your left, bounce it in with your right, okay? All right, one handed....
Justin: Ahhhhhh!
Daniel: ..... okay! Let's try again! maybe... lose the bracelettes, I dunno. Come on, Justin, we can do this. you just gotta concentrate. One hand, Justin.
Justin: I can't...
Daniel: Justin... You have to visualize. okay? Line it up, make the shot.
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Justin: This one almost went in. But I touched something gross on the pole...
Hilda: Wooow, honey, good for you! So! This basketball thing, this is something you're gonna be doing for a little while?
Justin: Yeah! I like it. And I think I' getting better.
Hilda: Yeah, definatly.... I can see that.
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Justin: -singing- Could it be? Yes it could. Somethin's comin' something good. If i can waiiiit. Somethin's comin' I don' know what it is but it is gonna be greaaaaat. With a click, with a shock. Phone'll jingle, door'll knock. open the laaaaatch. Around the corner or whistling down the river. come on, deeeeeliver, to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. It's only just out of reach down the block, on a beach, maybe toniiiiiiiiight.....
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