Austin & Ally2011

Dez:
[about the old typewriter] I'll take it, Trish! I'm sure to win the contest with this.

Chuck:
[appearing in the door opening] Not so fast, Red!

Dez:
Chuck!

Chuck:
I entered the contest too.

Dez:
You're wasting your time, Chuck. I'm gonna win this short story contest.

Chuck:
You wish. My story's so short, you can see its feet on its driver's license.

Dez:
My story's so short, it's not allowed to go on any carnival rides.

Chuck:
My story's so short, when it sits on a dime, its feet don't touch the ground.

Dez:
My story's so short, that it's...! Um... that it's, uh...

Chuck:
I think I smell smoke. Must be your brain on overdrive.