Peter: I have never wanted to go to Mexico.
Scampi: But Mexico City is beautiful. It’s full of colonial buildings that are sinking.
Scampi: It’s built on a lake, you know. The like, Aztecs sunk boats of dirt into it.
Peter: I didn’t know the Aztecs had boats.
Scampi: They were like, skiffs. As big as two cars.
Peter: Why would they do such a thing?
Scampi: They had a vision. Maybe, of a bird on a cactus.
Peter: But why would the Spanish choose to build their capital on a lake?
Scampi: Because they had a vision of Venus in bluejeans.
Scampi: They were like, Look at her, with that Botticelli face and those 501s hangin’ off her hips.
Peter: This is hardly credible. Firstly, I don’t believe Levi’s had been invented at that point.
Scampi: Says you.
Peter: They say the temperature’s on the rise.
Scampi: Oh yeah?
Peter: They say it’ll be plus seven by Friday.
Scampi: Ah. We must prepare ourselves for the neverending heartbreak of baseball season.
Peter: No, what kind of bird is that?
Scampi: It’s a hawk.
Peter: What’s it doing?
Scampi: Devouring that deeply lacerated pigeon.
Peter: Truly wondrous. Although I have sympathy for the pigeon as well.
Scampi: I know how you love your tetrachromats.
Peter: Yes. As I know how you hate inanity over brunch.
Scampi: Do you?
Peter: [DECLINES TO COMMENT.]
Scampi: Imagine if we wanted to play ball or hockey on this road.
Scampi: That sign over there would prevent us.
Peter: Damn those municipal ordinances.
Peter (huffily): Well, that’s what they’re called.
Scampi: Yes, Peter.
Peter (scuffling up the stairs): But why do they call them ordinances, I wonder?
Scampi: Something about Latin people and orders.
Peter: Ah yes.
Scampi: Shall we have some tea?
Peter: That would be lovely.
Scampi: Wouldn’t it just.
Peter (skipping down the hallway): I am being carried about by a flock of angels.
Scampi: I have always known this about you.
Peter: Or perhaps a bevy of hawks, such as the one we saw today.
Peter: Although, as I mentioned previously, my sympathies also lie with the pigeon community.
Scampi (nodding sagely): This is no secret.
Peter: The angels are with me wherever I go.
Scampi: Hosanna in excelsis.