Scampi: Do you remember that – uh – what was it again?
Peter: I have no idea what it is that you speak of.
Scampi: Yes yes.
Peter: I might suggest, however, that it is perhaps less than germane.
Scampi: But no less German for it. Didn’t we establish that you don’t know where Frankfurt is?
Peter: I know where Frankfut is.
Scampi: Oh, yeah, where is it?
Peter: That way.
Scampi: I dunno. I think it’s rather to port of that.
Peter: I know where Frankfurt is.
Scampi: Says you. Moving along, I am so tired. I am so tired I can’t think of what it is I wanted to ask you.
Peter: This is not an unprecedented occurrence.
Scampi: Humph. You are such a beetle.
Peter: Excuse me?
Scampi: No excuses, junebug. I am a budding entomologist.
Scampi: Thank you. I have just been awarded a medal of honour for my work in taxonomies of the rich and belegged.
Peter: The what?
Scampi: You know, bugs. Shiny ones.
Scampi: I won the metro-cum-national bug-athon.
Peter: Could I offer you a glass of water?
Scampi: I do believe you just did.
Scampi: My research has shown that bugs are often numerously legged.
Peter: As was previously established a lifetime ago, you have excellent research skills.
Scampi (graciously): Quite.
Peter: Do you think these trousers make me look distinguished?
Scampi: Ah. Certainly. You are a swinging bachelor! A regular fox on the run!
Peter: How distasteful. You must not clutter me with your vernacular in that fashion.
Scampi: Would I!
Scampi: I said, Good day. I am practising my Australian accent.
Scampi (casually): For the school play.
Peter: The what?
Scampi: ‘Cause I feel like it.
Peter: Are we playing chess?
Scampi: In Australia they are. Everyone over there wins at chess 78 times per day. Sensational.
Peter: Look how low my voice is.
Scampi: It is a treat.
Peter: It is.
Scampi: But you’re no Dan Dee. That’s all I’m saying.
Peter: I aim to bear this burden with dignity.
Scampi: You are a true stalwart.
Peter: I do my best.
Scampi: I know you do, Peter.