Again, the following conversation is brought to you courtesy of Gmail chat. Enjoy:

Forky: Yay for Fred Phelps! Win the Olympics!
Cach: You're bad. Very very bad. Why are you so bad? Why do you be bad?
Forky: I don't know.
Cach: You got rid of the couch at least!
Forky: Yes! Couch rid!
Cach: No more Duck sauce couch! Yum Yum bye bye!
Forky: Yes!
Cach: What are jew doing today? Are you being a girl for the Jewish Shakes?
Forky: I took a nap and then a shower so I could shave off all my body hair because I have to get more naked so I can make more money because my life is on the fast-track to nowheresville. SIGH!
Cach: Is that in Jersey?
Forky: Yes. Just off the LIRR. NOBODY goes there. Except for lame people with cars. But who wants to add to the pollution?
Cach: You're right. You'd better remove all your body hair and get naked. Don't want to end up in Jersey! So are you being a Jewish woman later tonight then?
Forky: Yes. Until 10 or 10:30, depending on how mean they're feeling.
Cach: The meaner they are the longer you're a Jewish woman?
Forky: Yes. And then I have a really stupid modeling gig tomorrow morning way out in Jersey City. Like, off the 12 train. Actually, Cach. News... So here I thought we were all going to be wearing neutral clothes in this show. I was wrong.
Cach: Oh? Do tell.
Forky: Allow your imagination to run free.
Cach: I'm going to go with totally nude plus a few strategically placed fig leaves.
Forky: Nice try.
Cach: And by strategically placed, I mean over your eyes so you can't see them ogle you.
Forky: Think more Marie Antoinette.
Cach: You in a corset, hoop skirt, ginormous wig, beauty mark, little dog, and handkerchief?
Forky: You forgot the fan.
Cach: Silly me.
Forky: When the director said we would probably have wigs but she didn't know how TALL they would be, the one other guy in the cast--this gay black dude named Tyrone--said, "The higher the better, baby!"
Cach: Can Bert or Ernie be the dog?
Forky: There is no dog.
Cach: There must be a dog.
Forky: Just me in a beautiful gown. And a corset. Oh God. I can't believe it.
Cach: Can I picture you going all Gypsy?
Forky: We read through the play and then the director said, "Let's work on some movement. Boys, here are your rehearsal skirts!"
Cach: "I'm a pretty girl, Mama!"
Forky: No, I only do that when I get a spray-on tan. Only when I'm brown. "Here are your rehearsal skirts." I tried so hard, Cach. I tried SO hard.
Cach: Speaking of unsupportive, have you told your mom about this?
Forky: Yes. And she's 100% supportive. She's sending me lots of money and groceries. And says she'll come up and help me get into my gown if I need her to.
Cach: Wake up, Forky! You're sleeping at the keyboard again! Wake up!
Forky: Guh! Wha?! Oh yeah. Must've dozed off for a minute there. Cach... My mother doesn't know.... My mother will NEVER know. I mean, I read the part like some kind of semi-pro. Or at least J.V. But as soon as they put us in the dresses and stood back to watch us glide across the room... Like, "Excuse me, could the ladies please step out for a minute?" I just...felt...so...
Cach: Asian?
Forky: KIND OF! Kind of like an Oriental Cyborg.
Cach: And that'ssssssss... bad?
Forky: Meanwhile, the girls are all totally bad at pretending to be dudes. I mean, It's one thing for US. We're ladies in the 18th Century. We're supposed to move like we're bad drag queens. But the men back then wore pants. So they still have to walk like dudes.
Cach: And the girls can't conjure up the huevos, eh?
Forky: I almost sidled up to one of the girls and said, "You can't stand like that. You have something between your legs."
Cach: And the really funny thing was... they did! Oh, wait, that's not what you were... nevermind.
Forky: Speaking of, I'm running late. I'm going to 30 minutes of drag, then upstairs to our final run-through, then back downstairs to however much drag they want me to do for tonight. It's going to be a blast. And the apartment is still not sorted out yet. Because I was too tired. I took a nap instead.
Cach: Have fun! Don't forget that you're a guy! But look pretty!
Forky: Right. Pretty. Pretty.
Cach: I'm proud of you!
Forky: : ^D
Cach: "I'm a pretty girl, Mama!"
Forky: Okaybye.
Cach: Bye.