Scott is wearing a black armband
Louisa: What’s up?
Jack: His microwave broke
Louisa: Oh dear. Can’t you get a new one?
Scott: Next week. When Em gets paid.
Louisa: Well until then, you're welcome to come use mine
Scott: Thanks, but I can’t cook with people watching
Louisa: At least you've still got the gas oven
Scott: Had it taken out after...well, you know
Jack: I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up
Scott: A grill?
Jack: Nope – a bendy straw!
Scott: So what?
Jack: You like straws, remember?
Scott: That was just talk. This is life.
Jack: Did I tell you I'm writing the musical now? They rejected Wallace's script.
Scott starts crying
Louisa: Scott, don't cry. It'll be okay.
Jack: Who knew a broken microwave could be so traumatic? Aren't they just meaningless objects of attachment?
Scott: Yeah, but they make life so much easier!
Louisa: My dad cried when our barbecue broke. We'd only used it twice in ten years.
Jack: Serious?
Louisa: To you, eating is just reverse-vomiting...but to some people, it's a way of life
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