Thoughts During 'Happy Days: A New Grease'

• I'd be happier with my $34.25 times two and our day back.
  
  
• Life was more innocent without that kinetic Tom Bosley impersonator dancing in my head.
  
  
• Eww. The prop master tonging Fonzie his T-shirt.
  
  
• Will there be a gratuitous Laverne and Shirley referen-- Yep. Can we leave now?
  
  
• Richie Cunningham is bald, you know.
  
  
• How much longer must I wait for unborn chuckleheaded thespians to Broadway-revive Punky Brewster and Urkel? Alas! Hear my cries, Fate!
  
  
• Poor Mrs. C. was ignor-- ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz...
  
  
• I hope they wake me for the dramatic climax: Going Home.
  
  
• Gosharoonies, I wonder wherever the Chachi Fan Club delegates are seated?
  
  
• Hmm. My hives spell out: "AAAAYH!"
  
  
• "How do you do, ladies? I'm in town all week national touring as TV's Potsie, and this is my studly chorus boy, Ralph Malph."
  
  
• I'm watching poodle skirts!