And As Time Goes By We Will Become Grown Up And Wise, I Hope We'll Be Just As Tight, And It Was Supposed To Be, Then We're Going To Be
(Sorry, Patsy, it had to be done. LOL)
Brillon - So Georgia, huh?
Breasier - Yup, that’s where I be. Who’s this?
Brillon - This is Patrick. And you?
Breasier - This be Breanne.
Brillon - Nice to meet you, Breanne.
Breasier - It’s nice to be met. And what brings you my way tonight, sugar?
Brillon - A bunch of keys and this mouse.
Breasier - I hope the mouse is dead. I’d hate to think you’re using a live mouse for these introductions.
Brillon - Mouse, dead. However, there’s a certain penguin that’s still gasping its last breaths.
Breasier - That’s terrible, Patrick. You should set it free.
Brillon - Would it help if I told you that it died for a worthy cause?
Breasier - That cause being?
Brillon - Dinner.
Breasier - LOL. Have you been informed that you’re a dork, Mr. Patrick?
Brillon - And is my dorkiness a good thing or a bad thing, Miss Breanne?
Breasier - That, dear sir, is an answer to be decided upon at a later date.
Brillon - So this is a date then?
Breasier - Yeah, you lucky fella, you. I’m one beautiful babe.
Brillon - A regular babe and a half, I’d imagine.
Breasier - You know it, sugar.
Brillon - So tell me about yourself, Breanne.
Breasier - Just you?
Brillon - So tell the whole world about yourself, Breanne.
Breasier - My name is Breanne. I live in Georgia. The rest is utter folly.
Brillon - I’m into folly. Tell me about folly.
Breasier - I don’t believe you’re really into folly. I don’t believe you’re a true folly fan, Patrick.
Brillon - By golly, I’m into folly!
Breasier - LOL. So, by golly, what kind of folly do you want to know?
Brillon - The usual. Do you have pretty hair, good teeth… nice rack?
Breasier - Yes, yes, no. By the by, I’m officially appalled.
Brillon - Hey, I could have asked for measurements.
Breasier - Of my room?
Brillon - Yeah, I have a fetish for girls’ room measurements. It drives me batty.
Breasier - Sorry to disappoint. So what about you, Mr. Patrick? What are some of your folly?
Brillon - Very pretty hair, so-so teeth, and an awesome rack.
Breasier - Any photographic evidence?
Brillon - My spread in Plaything should be hitting the stores any month now.
Breasier - Good, I have a subscription to that.
Brillon - LOL. For the articles, right?
Breasier - Nah, I’m into “grannies who are trannies”, darling.
Brillon - Is that a fact?
Breasier - Ever since miss March 1991. It was the issue with the “Hermies From Missouri”.
Brillon - Must have missed that issue.
Breasier - Your loss. Hell’s bells, they were breathtaking.
Brillon - As hot as you?
Breasier - I’m beautiful. But they were gorgeous.
Brillon - You look pretty smart for your age.
Breasier - Looks can be deceiving, especially over the computer.
Brillon - You still look pretty smart.
Breasier - Thank you, kind sir. You don’t “look” too dumb yourself.
Brillon - Thank you, dear madam.
Breasier - Calling me madam makes me sound like a harlot.
Brillon - Harlots are people too.
Breasier - This is true, sugar. This is true.
Brillon - You know who are people too?
Breasier - Eskimos?
Brillon - Them too, but I was going to say Georgians are people too. I think it’s high time people remembered that.
Breasier - Stop the Georgian oppression!
Brillon - We gave you the next Olympics. Quit your whining.
Breasier - That’s small potatoes.
Brillon - Is that what you crazy kids are calling your pair these days?
Breasier - No, that would be more like tater tots.
Brillon - Is that a fact?
Breasier - I’ll never tell. My lips are sealed.
Brillon - With Chapstick?
Breasier - Currently with barbecue sauce. I just finished lunch with my parents.
Brillon - Without inviting me? I’m hurt.
Breasier - Sorry. I forgot it’s “Invite Over a Random Stranger” Day.
Brillon - You know my name. I’m no stranger.
Breasier - You’re definitely strange, Patrick.
Brillon - Strangest of the strange?
Breasier - Less than some. More than others.
Brillon - Again, is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Breasier - Definitely climbing in the charts.
Brillon - There’s hope yet. So anything else you’d like to know?
Breasier - If you could be any Winnie the Pooh character, who would you be?
Brillon - Easy. Eeyore. The donkey is my Buddha. And you?
Breasier - Mole. I envy his whistling talents.
Brillon - Don’t you know how to whistle, Miss Breanne. You just pucker your lips and blow.
Breasier - You’ll have to show me that trick sometime.
Brillon - Sometime, sure. If there is a sometime later.
Breasier - Well, you know how to find me. I’m always here.
Brillon - Just stick my nose in the air and head towards the barbeque sauce?
Breasier - Something like that. More like head towards the chestnut brown hair, go past the oceanic eyes, and turn left at the dimples.
Brillon - Clues! I feel like Sherlock Holmes.
Breasier - I figured I’d throw the dog a bone.
Brillon - I suppose I should be grateful.
Breasier - A modicum of gratitude is expected. It’s not everyone I let “see” me.
Brillon - I feel special.
Breasier - That’s why you get to ride the “special” bus.
Brillon - I guess I’ll have to save you a seat next time. The question is would you sit by me?
Breasier - Anytime, Eeyore.
Brillon - Thanks, Mole.
Breasier - My mother’s calling me away right now.
Brillon - Out saving the world again, Breanne?
Breasier - More like a date with the dishwasher, followed by a reception with the laundry room.
Brillon - Don’t you have servants for that?
Breasier - Just the one. But it’s her day off.
Brillon - Poor baby.
Breasier - Tell me about it. Well, I’ve got to depart. Shall we make plans to talk again?
Brillon - I’m penciling you in as we speak.
Breasier - It’s a rendezvous then.
Brillon - Good-bye, Miss Breanne.
Breasier - Later, darling.