Scampi: Is this a good time to talk about beauty?
Peter: What are you talking about?
Peter: Okay, okay. What do you mean?
Scampi: You know what I mean. Maybe you don’t.
Peter: Maybe I don’t.
Peter: Well. That’s settled, then!
Scampi: I don’t believe a word of it.
Peter: Do you think I’m lying?
Scampi: You’re a sucky liar, for a liar.
Peter: Don’t call me a liar!
Scampi: What was that, liar? I mean, uh, Mr Lying-Pants.
Peter: I object. I really do.
Scampi: Peter’s mad and I’m glad.
Peter: [is livid.]
Scampi: Have some more coffee. Here, I’ll pour it for you, all nice. And, I mean, you see that bird? At the top of the tree out the window? I don’t even know what kind of bird that is. See it? What is that?
Peter: We have already ascertained that none of us know what kind of bird that is.
Scampi: And all the leaves. What do you call that?
Scampi: But it’s spring, it’s springtime. I can feel it in the muscles of my arms. Aren’t you excited?
Peter: I am unamused.
Scampi: Liar! You’re totally amused!
Peter: [stony silence]
Scampi: Oh. Sorry. (Pause.) You know that wasn’t on purpose. Come on.
Scampi: I told you. I wanna talk about like, beauty. Like, mercy in the world. You know?
Peter: Que la vie est dur.
Scampi : You look nice today.
Peter: Thank you.
Scampi: I want to touch you and those green leaves at the same time.
Peter: There have always been leaves that are green. There have equally been leaves of other colours.
Scampi: Not to mention no leaves at all.
Scampi: I like your plumage just fine, Peter. I think you are nicely plumed.
Peter: Hm. Ah.
Scampi: It’s the season. It’s the season to march out the door in your feathered best.
Peter: I don’t have a feathered vest.
Scampi: What? What’s wrong with you?
Peter: Excuse me?
Scampi: I said feathered best. BEST.
Scampi: You and your eyelashes. Don’t get so cagey with how gorgeous things can be. Open up your eyes, baby. Drink up.
Scampi: I’m talking about everything. I’m talking about how good everything looks, or at least some things, at least right now. I’m saying you should pay attention. I’m telling you to effing pay attention to this shit.
Peter: Sometimes, you are very noisy.
Scampi: Goddammit Peter.
Peter: Don’t swear at me.
Scampi: But you have such beautiful hands.
PETER INSPECTS HIS HANDS.
Scampi: No wonder you have no money.