Scampi: But I get the feeling it is. See?
Peter: I am absently thinking to myself.
Peter: I said nothing.
Scampi: Who said that then?
Peter: I don’t know.
Scampi: You are absently thinking to yourself. I can tell.
Peter: Well, well.
Scampi: Change is in the air.
Scampi: But what does it mean? What does it mean?
Peter: You have had the occasion to repeat yourself excessively of late.
Scampi: So what?
Peter: A prime example.
Scampi: There you go again. Obsessed with primacy.
Peter: This is untrue.
Scampi: And why should I take your word for it?
Peter: Because I’m right.
Scampi: Oh, sure. The primate, that’s you.
Peter: We are all primates, of a sort.
Scampi: An orangutan in a fancy hat. Some aspiration.
Peter: Excuse me?
Scampi: The clouds are tumbling in. Like mats in a gymnasium.
Peter: The weather, I might point out, is not our fault.
Scampi: If the elements can turn, we can turn.
Scampi: Into something else. We can become something new.
Peter: Are you suggesting we ought to be shiftier?
Scampi: I’m not suggesting anything. Not a thing.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: Something new can be constructed. Up from the ground.
Peter: As long as the appropriate architectural plans have been drawn up beforehand, of course.
Scampi: Oh, of course.
Peter: What is the cause of this bitterness?
Scampi: What bitterness?
Peter: You object to architecture? Or to plans?
Scampi: What a question! What questions!
Scampi: I just want us to be ready.
Peter: For what?