Do you think Gia from Full House would be my Valentine? If she wanted me to smoke cigarettes I’d do it. Because I’m willing to do anything for love.
“Is he…is he still there? He’s still behind me? Is he looking? Oh God, he’s doing that creepy smile again, isn’t he? Maybe if I just smile, pretend everything’s fine…ha ha, just laugh it off, pretend I’m OK…how bulletproof is that glass?”
According to IMDB, during the first season of Full House, there were four full time writers. This means that at one point, all four of those grown adults, plus the director, producer(s?), creative consultants, bigwigs, everyone involved sat down (yes, I am imagining them in a giant board room with giant, stupid, glossy photos of the Olsen twins hung on every wall because even in 1987, they knew) and said “you know, it would be using the best of our talent if we write an almost dialogue-free, homoerotic, incredibly-awkward-for-the-viewer-to-watch, over three minute scene where these two guys decide to see who can go longer without scratching their chicken pox.”
HOLLYWOOD!