Showing posts with label A piece of dialogue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A piece of dialogue. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

The dialogue continues

Perhaps it reflects the sex of the majority of my readers but I noted little sympathy for me over the good wife’s guide or when Jo and I had our piece of dialogue. Perhaps the sympathy will increase with this latest piece of chat from Jo which followed her claim that I owed her a BIG present. She came into the lounge and did a fashion show...

Jo:- “We went in Mooch, that new shop in West Kirby. It’s not a cheap shop, shall we say.”

Scriptor thinks:- “I presume that translates as ‘It’s damned expensive’?”

Jo:- “Any way I wasn’t really looking. I was just walking behind Val, basically.”

Scriptor thinks:- “Like, I’m expected to believe that?”

Jo, modeling a new, knee-length cardigan:- “What do you think?

Scriptor:- “I have to admit it would not be my choice.”

Jo:- “I didn’t really expect you to like it. It’s alright, you don’t have to like it – you just have to pay for it!


 

Monday, 17 August 2009

A piece of dialogue

A piece of dialogue from when Jo and I were sorting jewellery yesterday:-

Jo:- “You were going to photograph the thingy off Doris’s whatchemacallit.”

Me:- “Can you possibly be a bit more explicit????”

Jo:- “Of come on, John, you’ve got to keep up better than that!”

Me:– under breath – “Doh.”

Jo:- under breath – “Duh.”


 

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