Sometimes things speak for themselves.
Other times, it is best to put words in their mouths for your own amusement.
“I feel it’s only fair to say, Jim, that I’m the one who’s sleeping with Marilyn.”
“I know, Alistair. I’ve always known.”
“Forgive you for what?”
“For everything. For meeting you, in the first place. For taking the piece of grit out of your eye. For loving you. For bringing you so much misery.”
“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me.”
“I want to believe you Kenneth, I really do, but none of it would make sense unless you knew the location of the pharaoh’s eye shield. Which is why I slipped the strychnine into that lemonade you’ve been sipping for the last five minutes…”
“Linda, would you do me the honour of giving me your hand in marriage?”
“You’re not Barry! What have you done with my boyfriend?!”
“Hi, my name is Mandy. I’m new to the neighbourhood and I was looking to borrow a cup of sugar?”
“Sure, come right in.”
Sexy saxophone music plays.