#mr mazzuchelli

[rise-gone-wrong]

Mr. Mazzu: These are the people I've collected in the last few months.

Maashous: I'm one of them.

Mr. Mazzu: He's the baby. Robbie is the designated piggyback ride giver-

Robbie: Only for the approved weight limit.

Mr. Mazzu: Simon's the gay mess who has a knife fetish-

Simon: A slight exaggeration.

Mr. Mazzu: And Jeremy has crippling self-doubt but we love him anyway and he makes us laugh.

Jeremy: That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

Gail: ...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR TROUPE?!

[rise-gone-wrong]

Gail: *banging on door* Maashous, open up!

Maashous: It all started when I was seven...

Gail: No, I meant-

Lou: Let him finish.

[rise-gone-wrong]

Tracey: Robbie is late. Again.

Lou: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Michael: I printed up that fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Lilette: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Tracey: Oh, boy. We may have overdone it.

[Robbie bursts through the door]

Robbie: WHAT THE HELL TIME IS IT?!

[rise-gone-wrong]

Mr. Mazzu: When have I done anything rash or irresponsible?

Maashous: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

[rise-gone-wrong]

Lou: Look, we didn’t get along when we first started. Tracey, how long did it take before you trusted me?

Tracey:

Lou:

Tracey:

Lou:

Tracey:

Lou: …Tracey? You do trust me, don’t you?

Tracey: That’s not the point, Lou.

[rise-gone-wrong]

Gordy: And how exactly will you stop me?

Lou: We'll call Gwen.

Gordy:

Gordy: Goddamnit.

[rise-gone-wrong]

Lou: You either buckle down to do your work or you'll end up McDonald's.

Gordy: We going to McDonald's if I don't do my work?

Lou: No!

[rise-gone-wrong]

Maashous: You know you’re not my dad, right?

Mr. Mazzu: You stop acting like my child, I’ll stop acting like your father.