Karl: Hello there, little Jimmy.
Jimmy: Hey Uncle Karl!
Karl: I hear you want to know if you're demode or not, hmm?
Jimmy: Gosh gee, yeah
Karl: Well Jimmy, why aren't you wearing a Chanel skirt?
Jimmy: Mommy said not to wear a Chanel skirt.
Karl: Oh, but Brother Marc does.
Jimmy: Gee, he does?
Karl: He does.
Jimmy: So Uncle Karl, am I demode?
Karl: Yes.
Jimmy: But doesn't my gosh-darn-all-American cuteness win you over?
Karl: No.
Jimmy: Gee Karl, what if my Mommy cooks you a nice apple pie?
Karl: I do not eat plastic, hmm?
Jane (my daughter): Am I demode?
Karl: No.
Jane: I love you, daddy.
Karl: I . . . love you too
Jane: ...?
Karl: This "love" thing is weird. I feel my temperature rising a little.
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I assume this is Jane to the right and she's NOT demode...even by my Third World standards THATS demode. Imelda warned you about the diet coke rotting your brain.
Hmm, I said she's not demode, hmm?
Karl what do you think of Christophe Decarnin?
LOVE!!
Karl, you've lost it.
I don't know if it is the diet coke, or whatever it is Anna puts
in your drinks.
But you cannot love ANYONE other than yourself.
I'm very disapointed.
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