Dialogue · 14 August 2002
(A theoretical phone conversation between two unlikely but nonetheless close friends: Shelley, a grandmother in her 60s, and Steve, a porn actor.)
The phone rings.
SHELLEY: Halloo?
STEVE: Hey, it’s Steve.
SHELLEY: Hi you! How’s it been going?
STEVE: Great. Just great. How’ve you been?
SHELLEY: Oh. The bursitis is acting up again...
STEVE: Ouch. Are you taking your pills?
SHELLEY: The anti-inflammatories? Yeah, but they’re bad on my stomach.
STEVE: Acid?
SHELLEY: No, more like a dull achey thing.
STEVE: Sorry to hear that.
SHELLEY: Oh, I’ll be fine. Just fine. Say, I’m heading out to do some shopping ... you want to meet downtown for some coffee and a nice piece of cake?
STEVE: Damn. I’d love to but I have to shave my balls.
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