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Man, Seated: Yes, I would be a trifle annoyed to find that in my cocktail...if I drank cocktails. I am slightly more annoyed, however, that you are bothering me at all, and greatly more annoyed that you are waving that thing in my face. Now begone before I summon the management.
Woman, Annoying: But it's icky. I think it might be poison ivy. Omigod! What if it's poison ivy? I will be, like, so calling my dad's lawyer if they put poison ivy in my cocktail... Woman, Flexible: Oh, I'd do anything for ride in your chariot. I love horses and men with fuzzy beards. Man, Bearded: Uh, is that horses with or without fuzzy beards and men with definitely fuzzy beards, or horses with fuzzy beards and men with fuzzy beards? Because my horses don't have fuzzy beards, you know...but they could... Man, Insufferable (and Bearded): I have an awful lot of money. I guess you could say I was wealthy. Woman, Focused: "I was wealthy." Waitress, with Pitcher: 'Scuse me, mum, but I'll just pour this on your dress and make a big, lovely stain. There, that's better! Anyone else for a wittle spill? Oops! Did it again! Waitress, Lost in Thought: These nachos, they seem to be...missing something. Perhaps, if I wished on that star in the dark, velvety sky, the mysteries of life would be revealed and the world would live in peace and enlightenment forever... Ooh! Is that poison ivy? That makes a perfect garnish for any appetizer or cocktail. |