PAT: J-Bo! Check it!
JOEL: WOOOAAAAHHH!!! And a golly old HUUUH???
PAT: Who were you talking to?
JOEL: I - what a minute! What happened to you?
PAT: Cool it, gringo! What are you talking about?
JOEL: It's ok, I'm cool now.
PAT: Are you emoting about my new tan?
JOEL: I think I am, I think I am.
PAT: Gotcha. New do to go with it, dig?
PAT: So I heard you talking there, and though I wasn't eavesdropping, I couldn't help but wish you were saying that stuff to me. We go way back, right?
JOEL: Yeah, you hit the nail on the head right there. But frankly, I was talking about the accident and I can't talk about that with you.
PAT: Why ever not?
JOEL: It is forbidden.
POPPYCOCK: Did I hear someone calling me?
PAT: Hell no, Poppycock.
JOEL: PAT! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
PAT: Sorry Joel. I'll go wash it out with soap.
JOEL: Pop, I think you have to leave now.
PAT: Thanks. Is he gone?
JOEL: I think so.
PAT: Right. Well, I just wanted to say that I was thinking this, right: when someone tells you that they find something annoying, that's not a cue to do that thing more in an attempt to be 'funny', you with me?
JOEL: I am so on your wavelength that it hurts me.
PAT: I'm hurting too, Joel. We all are.
JOEL: And what say you to this: the immense variety of things we overlook in our day-to-day life are the things which define us to others. Do you agree?
PAT: I don't know that I understand. All I know is that I miss you when you disappear the way you do.
JOEL: There are things you can never understand.
PAT: Word. You seem so full of sadness, sometimes.
POPPYCOCK: Now I know I heard someone calling me!
JOEL: You, Poppycock, you too will die one day.
NEXT TIME: POPPYCOCK RECEIVES A VISITOR; PAT GETS OUT OF THE HOUSE.