Scampi: When I was a child.


Peter: When was this?


Scampi: Very hilarious.


Peter: I am simply looking for a degree of clarity.


Scampi: A modicum, if you will.


Peter: Could be.


Scampi: Could be.




Scampi: You like adventure stories.


Peter: Oh?


Scampi: At sea.


Peter: When I was a boy.


Scampi: Yes.


Peter: There was a certain appeal.


Scampi: Are you suggesting that the appeal is gone?


Peter: I am no longer a boy.


Scampi: No debate there.


Peter: I didn’t say there was.


Scampi: And I agree wholeheartedly.




Scampi: With the whole of my heart.




Scampi: I like tales of adventure.  Myself.


Peter: [sighs] You certainly do.


Scampi: Feats of bravery, clever castaways.


Peter: Uh.


Scampi: I am for it.  You know.


Peter: Fairy tales.


Scampi: Adventure.


Peter: What are you driving at?  May I ask?


Scampi: Why do we always have to talk about what I’m driving at?


Peter: One wonders.


Scampi: Coffee?


Peter: No, thank you.


Scampi: Really?


Peter: Yes.  Really.


Scampi: Fine.




Scampi: What do you think of harmony?


Peter: Uh, harmoniousness.  Or, possibly, two or more individuals producing complementary note combinations.


Scampi: What are you, a dictionary?


Peter: No.


Scampi: Right.  I said what do you think about harmony.  Not what is it.


Peter: How do these two subjects differ?


Scampi: What you think about something and what it is?


Peter: Yes.


Scampi: Come on.


Peter: I am here.


Scampi: I wonder sometimes.




Scampi: Oh, very nice.


Peter: What?


Scampi: Nothing.




Scampi: Have you ever held a baby?


Peter: Yes.


Scampi: That’s all?


Peter: Have I misunderstood the question?


Scampi: I mean, Yes?  That’s all?


Peter: I have held a baby.


Scampi: What did you think about it?


Peter: I was very careful.


Scampi: Did this happen only once?


Peter: On each occasion.


Scampi: God.


Peter: You do like to invoke the Judeo-Christian deity.


Scampi: You like to presume.


Peter: I see.


Scampi: Ah, a clearing.


Peter: You call this a clearing?


Scampi: What do you call it?  A meadow?


Peter: I might.


Scampi: You might.


Peter: Yes.


Scampi: Well, do you?


Peter: I could.


Scampi: Look, Peter.  A meadow!


Peter: This is very nice.


Scampi: Let us rest awhile.


Peter: Where?


Scampi: How about here?


Peter: Hm.


Scampi: Or here?


Peter: Yes.  Or perhaps just there.


Scampi: Okay.




Scampi: I can hear the humble-bees.


Peter: What?


Scampi: Buzz buzz.


Peter: Ah.


Scampi: The clover.  The honeyed air.


Peter: Mm.


Scampi: Are you sleeping?


Peter: No.


Scampi: Do you know a story?


Peter: Yes.


Scampi: Tell it!


Peter: Perhaps another time.


Scampi: Why not now?


Peter: Now is not the time.


Scampi: Why not?


Peter: B- – snurfle – vor – – fleece.


Scampi: What?  What?


Peter: My voice becomes muffled when my hat is resting on my face.


Scampi: I’ll say.




Scampi: I like stories.


Peter: You certainly do.


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