Conversation snippet: Tornado
“You know, I was thinking. What do we do if there’s a tornado?”
“Panic.”
“You know, I was thinking. What do we do if there’s a tornado?”
“Panic.”
“He is not fluffy! He’s a selfish psychopathic bastard!”
“Yes, but in a good way.”
“I hate walking on ice. Did I mention I hate walking on ice?”
“Hmm. . . once or twice.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could mention it again.”
A page in the Anthropologie catalogue reads:
I know they’re trying to make it sound all dreamy and poetic, but the first thought that came into my mind was: “Oh gawd, she’s going to die.”
“Let’s name our kids Debit and Credit.”
“What? No!”
“C’mon, it sounds cute. Or we could name our pets. Heeeeeere, Debit Debit Debit Debit. . .”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I’m taking ibuprofen. Isn’t that great?”
“Uhhhh, that’s. . . nice?”
“Are you sure you’re not on some other drug, dear. . .?”
“You’re not studying, are you?”
“No, I’m just. . . looking at the words.”
“Oh suuuuure.”
“No, really. The words are very pretty.”
Boy 1: “That’s a nice dress.”
Girl: “Oh, thank you.”
Boy 2 (passing by): “Hm. I wanted to wear something like that today.”
“I have exams Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.”
“You lucky thing.”
“Lucky? I’m just going to die.”
“Even luckier. Then you won’t have to take the exams.”
“Shut up.”