Marlene: “It would be nice if you would actually pay attention when I wear a new outfit. Would it kill you to do so?”
Gary: “Well, to be fair, you haven’t said a word about my fetching Legionnaire hat. I had it especially made in Morocco.”
Marlene: “We’re already in Morocco. So you basically sat there and snapped your fingers.”
Gary: “You’re sounding rather bitter, even for someone from Germany.”
Marlene: “So you’re getting nationalistic now? How trite. I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”
Gary: “I’m guessing you saw my bank account.”
Marlene: “Fair enough. The numbers did make me tingle. My accountant actually did a handspring.”
Gary: “Are you sure he wasn’t trying to get away from the corpse of whatever bird you slaughtered in the making of that boa?”
Marlene: “You do make me laugh, even when you annoy me. Perhaps we should try to work this out? Should I order another round?”
Gary: “When would that ever not be a good idea? But I do have one final question.”
Marlene: “Ask away.”
Gary: “What’s up with the wicker basket? Is Toto in there?”
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