Evan and Wooter

- (Evan) Well if you like Dostoevsky, you should read Gogol.

- (Wooter) Oh, I have read both, twice.

- (Evan) No.

- (Wooter) Oh.

- (Evan) Here, move back to that group.

- (Wooter) Okay...

- (Evan) Well if you like Dostoevsky, you should read Gogol.

- (Wooter) Oh, I have read both.

- (Evan) And I have read everything, as well...anything?

- (Wooter) I don't think so.

- (Evan) Let's try over here.  Make sure those bitches can hear us this time.

- (Wooter) What if they ask a question?

- (Evan) About what?

- (Wooter) About the books?

- (Evan) What books?

- (Wooter) The books we've read.

- (Evan) Just say you saw yourself in it.

- (Wooter) I'll say I own a book store!

- (Evan) I don't know, it's kind of a dying industry—you think that'll make her hot to trot?

- (Wooter) Oh, like a horse.  Cause, check it, whatever I don't sell, see, I read.  That's how I've gotten so smart.

- (Evan) Don't tell her you're all smart like that, though.  Smart people don't say they're smart.  They just look it.

- (Wooter) Look the part, right.  You'll tell her!  When you catch me being all pensive and shit.

- (Evan) Right, make sure you look real busy with your thoughts—or better yet, look up at a star.

- (Wooter) Oh, I got it down.

- (Evan) No doubt.

- (Wooter) And I'll do likewise with the beaver when you're looking up—Which ones are the stars?  I don't want to say I saw a shooting star and it turns out to be a helicopter.

- (Evan) Just find a cloud, and try to look through it.  Here, I see a good murky spot.  Follow the direction of my finger in the air.

- (Wooter) I see one.

- (Evan) That's the moon.  And don't squint like that—you look like you're constipated.

- (Wooter)  Man, this shit's hard.

- (Evan) Get closer to me; I'll guide your eyes.

- (Wooter) There!  Or is that an anchor buoy?

- (Evan) They don't have oceans in the sky.

- (Wooter) Yea, but an airplane might need it to tie itself around it.

- (Evan) Maybe.

- (Mariam) What about those two, Vicky?  They look dreamy.

- (Vicky) I don't know; they may be too romantic.  They're probably hot to trot for each other.