| Kate: | Maybe you’ve in the Holland? |
| Steven: | In the Holland! In the pulse of Holland! Good idea, we can spank right away – near Dorset, near Dover, near London. Near the winter holidays right before December. (Lobster claw un-greased, plans me like a victim in a shark parade, oh how I hate that.) We’ll have our way with the travel agent and new perms… I’ll lose my waist – |
| Kate: | Muddy waters suppurate fluently erogenous. |
| Steven: | I agree. That’s why we think fast, act bargains – sweep up the hopscotch – |
| Kate: | I’m not ready to sweep up the hopscotch. Glottis looted spermaceti, and we’re not ready, being underage. Twenty by twenty by twenty, is my goal. |
| Steven: | The Calabi-Yau – |
| Kate: | We’re two feet from my home, howling supremacy. |
| Steven: | As we have been since twenty – |
| Kate: | Since twenty o’clock (looks at watch, concerned) All of countries. It was just an idea. |
| Steven: | We can vent later. We can vent later. We can vent later. In one feet. |
| Kate: | In one feet I’m venting. |
| Steven: | It’s a deal. |
