No, you're a basement-dwelling wannabe, that's all. I'm excelsior personified.
That you are. Will you be in one piece when I get home or will I have to look for the stain on the driveway where you last stood?
I don't think they're going to let me go outside anymore. I'll soon be so pale I'll be translucent and you'll have to put stickers on me to make me more visible to the naked eye.
I like you naked.
Just my eye.
Oh. You have pretty eyes.
No, just one eye. The other eye has clothes on.
I can get those off.
No, they're very small.
I will use my tiny man-hands.
Okay! You win.
With tiny man-hands I don't think I'm winning.
They aren't tiny.
Then your eye will stay clothed and decent for all eternity.
Good enough.
I didn't actually call about the bear.
Oh. Okay then. Are we going to discuss the weather?
No, we should discuss the weekend though. I have a few days off coming up and I think we should meet in New York.
You have meetings?
No, but Coney Island is nice this time of year.
*BLINKS*
Bridget?
Yes?
What are you doing? You disappeared for a minute. I thought you hung up.
Sorry, I couldn't hear you. I was BUSY PACKING.
That's my girl. Don't bring any clothes though.
They won't let me in nude, Ben.
So we stay at the hotel instead.
NO FUCKING WAY, BENNY.
Are you excited for me or the amusements?
You...okay..both. But your giant man-hands are enough of an amusement all on their own.
Good. I call my huge hands the eye-strippers.
That's weird. And we don't call them strippers. They are peelers.
The eye-peelers!
See, that sounds yucky.
Nothing yucky about wanting to see your naked eyes and hold you in my arms.
The rides just fell to a distant second, Ben.
Yup, that's my girl.