A: I am wearing the hell out of this suit.
M: Oh, you really are. Well DONE, you.
A: I mean his face, really.
M: At first I thought he was purposefully wearing only one glove and then I was like...NOPE DON'T CARE.
M: Sorry I don't know what I was thinking.
A: Get with the program, Marianne.
M: Pregnancy brain, or something. I'm now looking at his thighs and objectifying him.
A: I've already taken that jacket off.
M: That's really my only complaint. WHY SO COVERED UP, BRAH?
A: Well, it is winter, I suppose.
A: Lame. He appears young and healthy.
M: I mean, he's in Italy. How cold could it BE?
A: I WOULDN'T KNOW.
M: Well me either, damn it. Why aren't we in Italy?
A: Now I'm all depressed.
M: Me too. I want some cake.
A: I have donuts.
A: I was going to share but I CHANGED MY MIND.
M: I WILL GET MY OWN DANG DONUT.