#43 - Money (That's What I Want)
"What are we looking at?"
"Nirvana."
"The band? I thought they broke up after wassisface offed himself."
"Kurt Cobain. And could you be any more crass? And, and, shut up! I'm talking perfection! Paradise!"
"Okay, am I looking in the wrong window? 'cause all is a box. A dull, grey -- well, it's sorta beige. Uh, kinda oatmeal coloured, really. It's a box, is what I'm getting at."
"Box?! Box?! BOX?!"
"Uh, yeah."
"That's no box!"
"It's a space station?"
"...what?"
"Never mind."
"That, my uniformed friend, is top of the range, state of the art--"
"--box?"
"Computer!"
"Ah."
"Dual processor! Fuckloads of memory!"
"Is that a technical term?"
"CDRW! Gigs upon gigs of--"
"Musicians?"
"You're mocking me now, aren't you?"
"No."
"I meant hard-drives."
"I've been mocking you all along."
"Didn't I already tell you to shut up?"
"Yeah, but that never works. So it's a cool computer."
"Man, if I had two thousand bucks? I would buy me one of those babies."
"It says three-seven on the thing."
"Yeah, but I don't need peripherals, so--"
"Two grand?"
"Yeah."
"You don't have two grand. You don't have two hundred. I'd be quite surprised if you even have two dollars."
"I'm saying, if I had it. IF."
"Where would you get two grand."
"I don't know. Lottery."
"That's going to happen."
"Look, it was hypothetical, okay? I'm just saying, if I had won two thousand dollars, that's what I'd buy."
"An oatmeal colored box."
"Why do I even talk to you?"
"I'm really cute?"
"...yeah, okay."
"Now tell me what you'd buy me for two thousand dollars."
"...That computer. OW! Stop hitting me! Violence never solved anything! OW!"
"Nirvana."
"The band? I thought they broke up after wassisface offed himself."
"Kurt Cobain. And could you be any more crass? And, and, shut up! I'm talking perfection! Paradise!"
"Okay, am I looking in the wrong window? 'cause all is a box. A dull, grey -- well, it's sorta beige. Uh, kinda oatmeal coloured, really. It's a box, is what I'm getting at."
"Box?! Box?! BOX?!"
"Uh, yeah."
"That's no box!"
"It's a space station?"
"...what?"
"Never mind."
"That, my uniformed friend, is top of the range, state of the art--"
"--box?"
"Computer!"
"Ah."
"Dual processor! Fuckloads of memory!"
"Is that a technical term?"
"CDRW! Gigs upon gigs of--"
"Musicians?"
"You're mocking me now, aren't you?"
"No."
"I meant hard-drives."
"I've been mocking you all along."
"Didn't I already tell you to shut up?"
"Yeah, but that never works. So it's a cool computer."
"Man, if I had two thousand bucks? I would buy me one of those babies."
"It says three-seven on the thing."
"Yeah, but I don't need peripherals, so--"
"Two grand?"
"Yeah."
"You don't have two grand. You don't have two hundred. I'd be quite surprised if you even have two dollars."
"I'm saying, if I had it. IF."
"Where would you get two grand."
"I don't know. Lottery."
"That's going to happen."
"Look, it was hypothetical, okay? I'm just saying, if I had won two thousand dollars, that's what I'd buy."
"An oatmeal colored box."
"Why do I even talk to you?"
"I'm really cute?"
"...yeah, okay."
"Now tell me what you'd buy me for two thousand dollars."
"...That computer. OW! Stop hitting me! Violence never solved anything! OW!"