Scampi: You know what I said then?
Scampi: Are you listening to my story?
Peter: Excuse me.
Peter: You were saying?
Scampi: I might have been saying anything. Who cares?
Scampi: I refuse to accept your dictum!
Peter: Are you speaking to me?
Scampi: You and the pope.
Peter: I am not a papist.
Scampi: What vocabulary. Like a sixteenth century magistrate.
Scampi: For shame.
Scampi: What were we talking about?
Peter: You were talking.
Peter: You call me by my true name.
Scampi: I do.
Peter: My head.
Scampi: It looks nice.
Scampi: I am still tired.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: I reject the idiot shrapnel.
Peter: This seems a sound policy.
Scampi: Do you know what I’m talking about?
Scampi: Fired from all directions.
Peter: An assault.
Scampi: I do not accept it.
Scampi: Is it time to sleep?
Peter: Please, do not let me interfere with your plans.
Scampi: That is the opposite.
Peter: Of what?
Scampi: The point.
Peter: Perhaps I did not understand the point.
Scampi: Lord. Perhaps.