Scampi: Have you been reading comic books?
Peter: No.
PAUSE.
Scampi: Are you nervous about something?
Peter: No.
Scampi: Sure?
Peter: Not at all.
Scampi: Like, you’re not sure?
Peter: I am not nervous about anything.
Scampi: Ever?
Peter: Could I posit something?
Scampi: Blarg.
Peter: Please do not make that face at me.
Scampi: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Peter: Well. I believe that it is you who is the nervous one.
Scampi: Ridiculous.
Peter: That may be.
Scampi: No comics, no nervousness. I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on around here.
Peter: As per usual, your sleuthing techniques are impeccable.
Scampi: Shucks.
PAUSE.
Scampi: I can’t think straight!
Peter: For godssake.
Scampi: What?
Peter: There is no need to raise your voice in that manner.
Scampi: Manner shmanner.
Peter: My ears.
Scampi: Your ears?
Peter: Yes.
Scampi: Humph.
Peter: Ahem.
Scampi: I can’t think. Straight.
Peter: I didn’t say you had to whisper.
Scampi: I don’t care what you say about it.
Peter: Then why are you asking me?
Scampi: Asking nothing.
Peter: Telling.
Scampi: Fine. I rescind the previous statement.
Peter: Fine.
PAUSE.
Peter: There is something special by the railroad tracks.
Scampi: What is it?
Peter: I think you should find out for yourself.
Scampi: What is it?
Peter: A large, plastic dinosaur head.
Scampi: Oh ho.
A PAUSE FOR SUNLIGHT.
Scampi: Qu’est ce que la verité?