...the eyepopping sight of Bagman's hairy legs kicking in a cheerleader's uniform shaking orange and black pom poms and yelling a cheer.
BAGMAN: "Orange and black! Orange and black!
We love to score and we love to sack! GO...TEAM!
Black and orange! Black and orange!
We love to...um...er... Hey, Butler? What rhymes with orange?"
BUTLER (yawning): "Nothing rhymes with orange."
Bagman notices me, snaps to attention and salutes which is a bizarre image since he is holding pom poms.
Butler just shakes his head and looks to see if I've brought anything for the shootout.
BUTLER: "Not much, I see."
BUTLER: "Isn't that more red than orange?"
I look at it again. I'm too tired to argue. But I argue anyway because I think there must be some orange in there somewhere. By now I'm not sure I know the difference. I give up and post another.
BUTLER: "A little better. Maybe a bit more burnt sienna."
BAGMAN: "Burnt sienna?!! What kind of froo froo color is that?!!"
BUTLER: "Froo froo? From a man holding pom poms?"
"Chiaroscuro Impressionist Self-Portrait with Cat"
BUTLER: "Gosh. I'm sure glad you titled that one. I thought it was just a television."
BUTLER: "And I got up early for this?"
BAGMAN: "Orange...orange...Does frommage rhyme with orange? Throat lozenge? Flange?
BUTLER: "Only if you want to rhyme just the last syllable.