Louis: Gretchen.
Gretchen: What are you bellowing about now?
Louis: Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I’m sitting here with a freshly blended prunie, thirty minutes to myself and no morning newspaper?
Gretchen: That’s because when I went to get you one, they were out.
Louis: Well, then why didn’t you go to the newsstand down the street?
Gretchen: Because I’m your secretary Louis, not your paper boy, and that’s that.
Louis: No, that is not that, because a day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t read the newspaper since I was 9, so if it’s all the same to you, I’ll go out and find one myself.
Gretchen: Louis, wait, they had the paper, I just didn’t want you to see it.
Louis: Why not?
Gretchen: Because there’s an announcement in there, Louis. That woman is getting married in a week.
Louis: I know that Gretchen and I appreciate your concern, but I’ve accepted that she is moving on and so am I. Now if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to go downstairs and get the paper.
Gretchen: You’re still tapping that, aren’t you?
Louis: Say what?
Gretchen: Don’t lie to me, you got a big old grin one second after mentioning that woman moving on.
Louis: It was not a grin.
Gretchen: I don’t care what it was, you’re dipping your pudding pop in someone else’s candy cane.
Louis: That doesn’t even make any sense.
Gretchen: Louis Junior’s having himself a slumber party.
Louis: Okay, please do not call me that.
Gretchen: And he’s ready to go snazzing around the neighborhood.
Louis: Okay fine, so what if I am.
Gretchen: So nothing.
Louis: So you’re not going to tell me this is a huge mistake.
Gretchen: It’s a mistake, but since you’re already making it, we might as well skip the part where I tell you that you’re crazy and get to the part where disaster ensues.
Louis: It’s not going to ensue, Gretchen, because I know what I’m doing and I can live with my decision. You know what, I don’t even need the newspaper anymore. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to finish up my prunie and make plans for my slumber party with my pudding pop.