Let's pretend to be in "TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD"!

“Pass the damn ham, please.”

I'm Miss Maudie.

I dearly want to fuck Atticus.

I'm a Lady Baltimore cake!

I'm the syrup Walter Cunningham, Jr. poured all over his lunch at the Finches. Miss Scout sure does like to yell. Calpurnia dragged her off to the kitchen!

We are Atticus Finch, Horace Gilmer and Judge Taylor.

We're not really sure what a chiffarobe is, but we are paternally sensitive to the pathetic Mayella so we don't dwell on it.

I'm the Zika-stricken Dill. That's why he looks so strange.

I am Aunt Stephanie Crawford, and I am worse than Gladys Kravitz and Benita Buttrell combined.

[quote]I'm a Lady Baltimore cake!

I'm the "shinny" in said cake that makes you tighter than Dick's hatband.

I am Phillip Alford, and I hated Mary Badham's guts.

I'm Mrs. Dubose and don't you say 'hey' to me you ugly girl!

I'm a grateful Negro Reverend who knows my place. Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passing.

I'm the ugly one with the potato head

Since I live like a hermit I might as well be Boo Radley.

I'm the paper mache ham costume.

I'm Peter O'Toole, getting drunk and not giving a fuck, since I'm sure my time will come.

I'm [italic]Go Set a Watchman[/italic]. I made Atticus Finch look like just another southern white racist instead of the man of principle, empathy and integrity y'all thought he was.

I'm the rabid dog. Please shoot me!

I'm the budding lesbianism in Scout, prepared to state my boundaries at the very first Michfest.

I'm a Macomb lady — I bathe before noon, after my three-o’clock nap, and by nightfall I'm like a soft teacake with frosting of sweat and sweet talcum.

^Maycomb

I'm Boo Radley. I don't ever leave the house and all the children in the neighborhood are afraid of me. I'm the prototype of the average DataLounger.

I'm Cecil Jacobs, and I'm a big wet hen!

I'm the two pieces of gum Scout found in the knothole of the Radley oak tree.

I'm Bob Ewell....what's this stuck up under my ribs?

I'm the syrup NOT to be poured onto a proper luncheon ham.

And what might that be, Mr Ewell?

I'm Miss Maudie, who has the best reason for planting a foot up Atticus' pompous ass of anyone in town.

I'm the mockingbird. Please don't kill me...even though you want to.

I'm the same person posting everything in this thread.

I am the drunken midget faggot at the end of the bar shaking my glass and my cigarette saying " I wrote it you know."

Only in TKAM have I ever come across "chiffarobe".

Obviously, I want to be the chiffarobe that needs some chopping.

I am Mary Badham's other major film roles. I don't exist.

I'm the chiffarobe. What do i ever do to deserve being made into firewood?

This is a chiffarobe for you country bumpkins. And remember, it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

No I'm Mr. Ewell, don't believe his story agin ourn!

I am Boo Radley. Currently, I am 82, closeted, reclusive, and scornful of the neighborhood children. In other words, a Datalounger.

I'm Brock Peters, shaking his head at Jada and Will Smith from heaven and saying "put yourselves in MY shoes".

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

I am Dill aka Truman Capote. I will move to NYC and leave all you Southern inbred hicks behind. I will socialize with famous celebrities and I will be confidante to rich, beautiful women. I will write a famous novel about the murders of people like you and the title of my novel will become a catchphrase that is used long after I am gone.

So suck it all you dumb whites and unhappy Negroes. I couldn't give two shits about you.

[quote]This is a chiffarobe for you country bumpkins.

You must be the new, young teacher who disapproved of Scout's precocious literacy. Mayella Ewell, the ultimate country bumpkin, is the one who knows what a chiffarobe is. It's all the ignorant city slicks on this thread who don't know.

R27

[quote] I'm Miss Maudie, who has the best reason for planting a foot up Atticus' pompous ass of anyone in town.

Oh, do tell, child!

I'm Boo Radley's papa. Don't cross me in the dark.

I am the Radley's squeaky gate hinge and those dirty children spit all over me. Later a pair of overalls were left folded over me like they was waiting for Jem.

In the book it was a Lane Cake, not Lady Baltimore--I think there is a difference. Lane cakes take all day to make and have a million calories per slice although I've only made one once.

I'm a Cunningham, Miss Caroline.

I am Robert Duvall’s first and best performance as Boo Radley as I don’t speak.

YOUR MA'AM-ing AND MISS MAYELLA-ing DON"T COME DOWN TO NOTHING, MR. FINCH!

I’m Boo. Today I would be diagnosed as having social phobia.

I am Atticus’ nobility.

I may not be much, datalounge, but I'm still Sheriff of Maycomb County, and Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Good night, sirs.

I'm #BelieveWomen -- one of the lowest things white women have ever sunk to.

Miss Rachel’s rat terrier here. I ate all the puppies.

I am Miss Caroline Fisher. I am from North Alabama, Winston County. And, yes, I harbor ALL the peculiarities indigenous to that region.

I’m one morphodite of a snowman.

Francis Hancock sucks socks that smell.

Mr. Avery, pissing from the porch.

I’m Aaron Sorkin’s hubris believing I can rewrite a classic

Aunt Alex said, “Nice girls don’t wear Cha Cha heels”.