O.K. a little bored tonight so crazy ideas pop into my mind.
The Collins have no TV {that we know about} so what do they do for entertainment go to the Parrell Time Room. They than set up chairs and watch. Placing bets on what there counter parts will do, what choices they will make.
RT Quentin screems at PT Quentin "NO, NO not that ugly plaid jacket with blue pants. Are you color blind?"
Julia shakes her head and thinks thank god I went to med school.
Liz can't understand how she could have married Paul Stoddard in two time bands.
Carolyn looks at Willie in a new light.
Willie looks at Carolyn in a new light.
Roger is glad that he chooses brandy in all time bands
Maggie wishes she had a sister. And wants to slap her counter part for putting up with that sh**.
David wants to share with Daniel some good tricks to play on other members of his family. Also wonders why he didn't get the same name or father.
Amy thinks her counterpart is boring.
Prof. Stokes wonders about growing a mustache.
Who knew that the Collins found reality TV 30 some odd years before the rest of America. Now if only they had kept that secret.
Birdie,
Your scenario of RT Liz, Roger, et al, sitting in the hallway and enjoying the PT "show" in Angelique's room is truly inspired genius! You could possibly call it "The Collinses: Portrait of a Parallel Time American Family," much like the 1970s breakthrough PBS program, "The Louds: Portrait of an American Family."
No doubt, Liz and Roger would have the finest Lazy Boy leather recliners (which both Willie Loomis and Harry Johnson had to haul up into the East Wing with much difficulty) positioned with side tables right in front of the PT doorway.
Can you imagine if while Liz and Roger were enjoying the "show," PT Angelique just happened to be "entertaining" Bruno Hess, Damien Edwards or Mr. Trask (take your pick!) in her room, and Roger turned to his sister, saying: "Liz, this tableau reminds me of that drolly amusing British bedroom farce we saw last year on Broadway."?
And what of poor Mrs. Johnson, schlepping drinks and refreshments all the way from the first floor kitchen up to that dusty and dimly-lit East Wing corridor? "Here's your cup of tea, Mrs. Stoddard. And, I apologize, Mr. Collins. I'll remember to 'supersize' your snifter of brandy on my next trip up to the East Wing." (And under Mrs. Johnson's breath, as she departs, she whispers to herself, "You drunken pain in my @ss!")
Bob the Bartender, who wonders if they happened to have a "water closet," conveniently located near the Parallel Time room?
