Scampi: What do we know about Ohio?
Peter: Other than the fact that we’re in it?
Scampi: Or at least on it.
Scampi: So, that’s the extent of our knowledge, then?
Peter: Well, we can surmise, that is to say, ascertain, that, judging by—
Scampi: It’s really hard for you to admit that you don’t know anything about Ohio, isn’t it?
Scampi: I understand. If it makes you feel better, I don’t know anything about it either.
Scampi: It seems like spring is a good season to be passing through though.
Scampi: And you know, it’s just going to get springier as we go.
Peter: How do you mean?
Scampi: Because we’re heading south. Due south. Or I mean south-west. Which is pretty much the same thing.
Peter [flustered]: First of all—
Scampi: Why do you have such a penchant for discrediting my whimsy? Eh?
Peter: We’re heading into summer. You have everything backwards.
Scampi: Yes, Peter. I know.
Peter [somewhat appeased]: Well. Well.
Scampi: I love springtime. It makes me feel like a plant or an animal. Or a major-league baseball player from nineteen fifty one.
Peter: Perhaps we should stop and have a siesta soon.
Scampi: You know, the further south we get, the more culturally acceptable this suggestion will become. Did you know that?
Peter: I suppose.
Scampi: You see? This journey is full of perks.
Peter: This state we are traversing is rather vowel-heavy.
Scampi: Yes. Is that all right with you?
Scampi: Would you say that we are working together in concert to achieve a common goal?
Peter: Why do you ask?
Scampi: Oh, I dunno. Just curious.
Peter: At the very least, we are headed in the same direction.
Scampi: On purpose.