Scampi: Calm down, Peter.
Scampi: There you go again.
Peter: Go? Me?
Scampi: Ha! Caught in the act!
Peter: [registers disdain]
Scampi: Grouchiness incarnate. Stop the presses, baby! We’ve got a new front page!
Scampi: Correct. Non-sense. I am taking the nonsensical approach to mood resurrection therapy.
Peter: Stop talking.
Scampi: The look on your face. Stupendous.
Scampi: So anyway.
Scampi: I am watching conifers gesticulate in the sunshine.
Scampi: What do you think about that?
Peter: Pompadours? What?
Scampi: They are not deciduous.
Peter: What are you talking about?
Scampi: It was a hint.
Scampi: The fauna. Is it breaking your heart?
Scampi: The wildlife. The creatures.
Peter: Comprehension level currently ranking at zero.
Scampi: Lost in the woods. Your fellow creatures breaking your heart.
Scampi: In two.
Peter: Is this educational?
Scampi: Yes. Science is the way of the future. We study the natural world. We learn to survive. Et cetera.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: The study of owls, the study of brokenness.
Scampi: You see what I’m driving at here, naturally.
Peter: [acidly] Oh, naturally.
Scampi: Right. Can we stop for lunch?
Peter: Stop what?
Scampi: Whatever it is we’re doing.
Scampi: I’ll take that as a yes. Tunafish?
Peter: Thank you.
Scampi: You’re welcome.
Peter: Where did you say we were?
Scampi: That’s really not the question.
Scampi: [grandly] Yes.
Peter: What is the question? If I may ask.
Scampi: Hahahahahha. Ho.
Peter: I wasn’t joking.
Scampi: I know.