How are the things going at the office? Oh wait- that was rude of me. Hello Olivia, how are things going at the office?
[cackles and falls over] Mission accomplished.
…May be true?Really…? Are you seriously trying to slip that one by me. Wether or not it’s rubbed off on me is of no consequence to this conversation. Steak it is then. Good- I’ll hold you to that. I think the next time they see you may be too soon. Which may be next week…incidentally.
Yes, I am. Is it working? …Next week…I think I might be busy…
How do you know I’m lying? You have no proof of my lying! The evidence is circumstancial at best. You say penis. I say nightingale Really, the only difference is your dirty,dirty mind. Um… I hadn’t decided. I was thinking steak..and empanadas. But mostly steak. I will be glad to never see another hospital room again. Do me a favor and never get sick or hurt okay? You must have been the worst patient there..
I have a dirty mind? That may be true, but you can’t say some of it hasn’t rubbed off on you in some way. Steak sounds good. And I promise not to ever get admitted into a hospital again. I don’t think they want to see me back there again, anyway. No more hospital trips until…we have to.
I am innocent! What are you talking about? Wasn’t my fault the thing wouldn’t let me draw the beak on… y’know. Aren’t you supposed to believe me? Like isn’t that in a book somewhere of…um-boyfriend law?
I can’t believe you if I know you’re lying! That makes the law null and void. I love loopholes. What are we having for dinner? I need to get the taste of hospital food out of my mouth.