Scampi: Antarctica is full of snow.
Peter: What’s this?
Scampi: Valleys and plains, all made of snow. Lakes of snow.
Peter: Oh, really? Have you been?
Scampi: You know I have not.
SCAMPI REFLECTS UPON THESE AND OTHER FACTS FOR ONE OR TWO, PERHAPS SEVERAL DAYS.
Scampi: I am in the air on the subject, like a weather balloon.
Peter: What subject?
Scampi: I have been thinking.
Scampi: Is it?
Peter: Well, I suppose.
Scampi: You suppose so. Do you?
Peter: I suppose I do.
Scampi: Suffused with supposition. That’s you.
Peter: Where’s this going, now?
Scampi: Where do you want it to go? To the mountains?
Peter: Onward and upward.
Scampi: As they say.
Peter: They do. Wait, who does?
Scampi: They say it all the goddam time, Peter. You know this.
Peter: Are you in a violent frame of mind this morning?
Scampi: Who, me? I am a dove, a dove.
Scampi: [ATTEMPTS THE QUIET OF MOUNTAIN RANGES.]
Scampi: Would you like to play a game?
Peter: Unlikely. What sort of game?
Scampi: A parlour game. An old-fashioned rigamarole of a time.
Scampi: This diversion is called “Fill in the blanks”. Ready?
Peter: I suppose.
Scampi: Ahem. The death of a loved one is ______?
Scampi: You’re supposed to fill in the blanks.
Peter: I don’t understand this game.
Scampi: Why not?
Peter: It doesn’t make any sense.
Scampi: No. It doesn’t.
Peter: I would like to clear my throat.
Scampi: I support that.
Peter: Thank you.
Scampi: Have a clearance sale. Folks will come for miles. PETER’S BIGTIME THROAT-CLEARANCE SALE! EVERYTHING MUST GO!
Peter: I don’t know what manner of amphibian is setting up shop in there.
Scampi: In your throat?
Peter: Indeed. But I feel he should select a different habitat.
Scampi: Sometimes one has to move.
Scampi: Sometimes one is in the wrong spot.
Scampi: The significance of this is not lost on me. For example.
Peter: Oh, very little is.
Scampi: Very funny.
Peter: I thought so.
Scampi: I could tell.
PETER CLEARS HIS THROAT.
Scampi: Did we ever make it to Mexico?
Peter: I don’t know.
Scampi: Are we leaving them behind? Or are they leaving us?
Scampi: Our loved ones.
Peter: I don’t know.