I think myself is blotto. Are you almost finished?
You mean to say, “Are we almost finished”. This is a joint piece. Equal responsibility. Yes I think we are. Now, are you worried that Arthur will come back or that he won’t come back? You know, when I spent that week with Tennessee, he used to say that when the marriage goes on the rocks, the rocks are usually in the bed. Such a sweet man. His rocks were in his head at the time, until I got them off, although I didn’t sense that until he sent me away. You seem distracted.
Just drunk. Did you say you were in Tennessee?
No. In fact quite the reverse, despite his preferences