TANNILLE: I could run around naked and I still have no story.
MUSE: A secret camera in the pot plant?
TANNILLE: Why would anyone dance nude in this waiting room?
MUSE: Are you going to make me say it?
TANNILLE: Oh Pretty Woman?
MUSE: Doubt the clientele is that high. Look at the old book.
MUSE: There is water for the blue pills.
TANNILLE: I hope that’s bleach…
MUSE: Look who’s doing the murdering this week!
TANNILLE: Actually, I consider it suicide, doing us both a favour.
MUSE: The story: exotic dancer puts on a web show and drinks bleach?
TANNILLE: Go back to sleep, Muse.