"Honey, can you please walk the dog? I'm busy at the moment."
"Busy? With what? Don't you even have time for family anymore?" "I'm sorry I haven't been around much, but I really need to do this." "Fine. I'll take the dog. Seems like Daddy doesn't want you anymore, does her Butterscotch? Let's get you on your leash and go find some handsome boys, shall we? "Ha! Handsome boys! For an ugly bitch like her? I don't think so." "Don't you dare call her that! Butterscotch is a very classy lady, aren't you?" "If Butterscotch is so classy, then why is she so keen on meeting new boys? And dressed up so nicely too." "Can a girl not look nice when she's taking a walk in the park? Can a girl not look nice just because she wants to?" "Oh yes, look all nice to go court new dogs. As Butterscotch's father, don't you think that I have a say in who she is going to court?" "Butterscotch is not going to court anybody! She just wants to say hello to some new boys in the neighbourhood, that's all." "And why on earth would she want to do that when her father is so handsome?" "It doesn't matter if you're handsome or not; she gets bored always sitting around in the house, you being too busy for her." "Me? Busy? Not always. She's just been too busy chasing tails with neighbourhood dogs to notice when I am available." "Why are you blaming her, Frank? What has she ever done to you?" "Oh, I don't know...maybe become some other dog's bitch?" "Excuse me! I have not..." "Ahh...the lady confesses. Classic move. Bravo." "...I can explain..." "No need to explain. Butterscotch, you go for your walk with Mommy, you go court some other bad boys. But once you do, you will never be welcomed back." "It's all a misunderstanding. Please, listen to me!" "No more talking, Butterscotch...and give me the dog, I'm keeping the dog." "I remember you told me your mother used to visit this place a lot when she was younger. Why is that?"
"I think it had something to do with her glass sculptures...I'm not sure. Dad said she used to go there all the time when she was sad. So much the owner knows her." "Let's go in an check it out." "Hi ladies, what can I do for you?" "Umm...I was just wondering if you happen to know a Theresa McClain? My father told me she used to come here all the time and that she was really good friends with the owner." "Oh yes, Theresa! She would always come visit. She was particularly fond of that swan over there in the corner. But she could never afford to buy it...sorry, I need to take a call. Feel free to look around." "Mom must have really liked this...hey, come over here. Help me put it in my purse, quickly!" "Are you sure your mother would be happy with you?" "Whatever. It's just something small I want to try once. Please, don't break it. Or all of this will be for nothing." "No, no! Don't do it! I'm not going to be a part of this, goodbye." "You're such a wimp! Take this! I think I hear footsteps. Quickly!" "No! I won't let you do this!" "Shit! You broke it! Now what? I can't afford it!" "Then you shouldn't have tried to steal it in the first place!" "Shut up, shut up! The store owners, shit man! Here they come!" "Hi Tommy!"
"Hello big sister. What's that in your ears?" "Oh, it's something big people use to listen to other big people's hearts. Daddy told me so." "Ooh! Lemme try, lemme try! Can I please?" "No no Tommy, it's for big people only. Come here...hmm...your heart is very fast! I think you're sick! Say ahh..." "Ahh..." "Okay good boy! I need to give you a needle now. It won't hurt. Show me your tummy. If I put it here then your tummy will feel better." "Sister, what's that bottle?" "Oh, Daddy says it's medicine. It makes people feel better too. Here, give me your tummy again. If I put his on here as well your tummy will stop hurting." "But my tummy doesn't hurt, sister..." "If I say it does then it does. I want to be a doctor when I get bigger!" "Hi Joe. Guess what, I have a secret that I need to tell you right now in the Fattore Commons before I forget."
"Hi John. Okay John. Let us take our backpacks which are on the ground right now and walk briskly to the Fattore Commons before you forget this big secret of yours." "And thus, Joe and John briskly walk to the Fattore Commons during their spare and sit on the couches that are so very dusty from footprints of people who don't care about things." "Oh, I wonder why John is so upset about these chairs and couches and benches of different colours?" "I don't know, Joe, I don't know. I am very mad. Let me go grab a joint to smoke." "John goes to smoke a...wait a minute! What did you just say?" Hey, Joe! Can you, uh, come with me to the Fattore Commons? Right now, please? I need to talk to you about something. Quickly, before I forget or before I change my mind." "Sure thing! Just let me grab my bag first." "Quickly! Before people come..." "Alright, I'm coming." "People need to stop stepping all over these chairs!" "I know right." "I mean, how difficult is it to take care of things? And why are there even footprints on the chair. What do they do, stand on em?" "John, relax! Don't make a scene! What did you want to tell me?" "Mess just bothers me so much." "OCD..." "Shut up! I'm not OCD. Shut the fuck up!" "Alright, alright, you're not OCD. Just...chill, man!" "I need it...I need it right now!" "What? Need what?" "Come outside with me. Come on! Quickly!" "Okay, we're outside now, what do you need?" "Grab it for me. Back pocket. Get it!" "Alright, alright. I got it...wait...John...what is this...?" "Just give it to me! I need it!" "No, John...I can't. I can't allow you to take this. Listen to me. I'm your friend. Don't do this. Don't go over to the dark side, bro." "You can't stop me. I'm already there. I'm already addicted." (One character is written like a snake sliding through the grass; dialogue on the topic of war)
"So...what do you think about war?" "Hmm...I'm not sure actually. I don't know much about it." "Has this straight A student been sleeping during history?" "What do you mean?" "You see, the professor told us many facts about wars." "Did he? When?" (One character is a lispy beauty pageant contestant, and the other is a 5-year old physicist; dialogue on the topic of university) "Greetings, lady. I am your new partner in crime. Pleased to make your acquaintance." "I'm thorry, but what ith thith midget doing in my room?" "Excuse me? This midget is in fact the smartest kid on the whole entire planet, which is Earth." "You're jutht a kid. Come on. Ugh. You better thtay in your own thtuff, I can't afford to break a thweat or get a rath or anything that makth me look like thomeone who ithn't pretty right before the pageant." "Oh, don't you worry. With the correct amount of lighting on your skin in the right angle, nobody will notice your imperfections." |
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