Scampi: Have you ever woken up to birdsong?
Peter: In the sense that the noise of the birds woke me up?
Scampi: I dunno. It doesn’t matter.
Scampi: I love it. The noise of traffic in the road, the putput of pollution.
Peter: Are you implying that pollution makes a noise?
Scampi: Well, it does. Scientifically. Anyway, who doesn’t like waking up to sunlight in the windows?
Peter: Perhaps a man who has just undergone eye surgery.
Scampi: That’s what you think.
Scampi: In some places in the world, it is always spring. Did you know this?
Peter: No. I do not find that statement to be credible.
Scampi: You’re lucky you found it at all.
Scampi: Well, I mean, not the season spring, perhaps. But the weather.
Peter (sagaciously): Ah yes, the weather.
Scampi: In our conversations, for example, it is not always spring.
Scampi (defensively): Well, sometimes it is.
PETER OCCUPIES HIMSELF WITH PERSONAL GROOMING.
Scampi: Have you ever been to a little town in Ontario?
Peter: Ah yes. The province in central Canada, I presume?
Scampi: There is no need to be coy.
Peter: I have, as you well know, been to a small town in Ontario.
Scampi: As have I. It can be very sad.
Peter: Rural travel?
Scampi: The graveyards. The monuments to conflicts past.
Peter: Have you been rooting around in graveyards?
Scampi: Rooting around! The idea.
Peter: Oh, do excuse me.
Scampi: My, the sun is bright today. Perhaps we should sit beneath the jacaranda tree.
Peter: The what?
Scampi: The jacaranda is in bloom. The goddam larks are singing their hearts out.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: You free the top button of your collar. I fan myself with my hands like leaves.
Peter: How many buttons is my collar supposed to have?
Scampi: It’s only right.
Scampi: The magnolias are also in bloom.
Peter: Of course.
Scampi: You could reach up and pick one, if you wanted.
Peter: But why destroy something beautiful in nature?
Scampi: Why indeed.
[Peter: That’s not exactly how I put it.
Scampi: Well, that what you meant.]