"Stop looking at me. You're interfering with my imagination."
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When I told Adam about this one, I said, "Yeah, that's not interesting at all, I'm not even sure it's worth including on the blog," to which he replied, "Well, you wouldn't want to hear that during sex." Hmmm. Good point.
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And then the reveal. I want to apologise in advance for the total lack of sensitivity shown in the final moments:
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|ADAM:||(waking suddenly) What time is it? Did you set the alarm? Are we going to work? What time?|
|KAREN:||The time is Saturday.|
|KAREN:||Are you batting your eyelashes at me?|
|ADAM:||Because one of them decided to poke me in the eye.|
|KAREN:||You're not flirting?|
|ADAM:||Do I need to?|
|KAREN:||"The ravioli's plotting something. "|
|KAREN:||"Stick with fusilli. They're trustworthy."|
|ADAM:||Everything sticks to fusilli and you can see it and it's yummy and I like fusilli. It's way above spaghetti. Spaghetti's so 1980's.|
|KAREN:||I went through a period when I wasn't into spaghetti. I was into penne.|
|ADAM:||Penne? Nothing happens to penne.|
|KAREN:||That's not true. Penne's delicious.|
|KAREN:||I don't care what you say. I think penne's really special.|
|ADAM:||Yeah, short bus special.|