SPEAK:MAR
I can't, you spazzmo!
Didn't I already tell you I can't swim?

SPEAK:YOU
Well, considering you're a Fish Scientist, maybe you ought to learn!

SPEAK:MAR
I DID learn! It's not that I don't know HOW! It's these accursed breasts! They have considerable positive buoyancy!

SPEAK:YOU
You mean they float?

SPEAK:MAR
That's what I just said! Good God, you're hard work!
Sometimes these fabulous sweater puppies of mine are just too difficult to handle.

SPEAK:YOU
(DO NOT SAY ANYTHING)
(REPEAT)
(DO NOT SAY ANYTHING)
I bet I could handle them!
(SHIT!)
(NICE GOING, MOUTH!)
(FUCK YOU, BRAIN! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!)
(YES, ACTUALLY, I AM!)

SPEAK:MAR
What the hell is wrong with you? How dare you!
You insult me, and then just stand there drooling to yourself!
If I had the time to hire someone who DOESN'T have a braincell that desperately scrolls through Tinder every night I would, but I don't!
Whatever, I'm sick of this.
I'm taking her back. We return tomorrow!
EXIT

SPEAK:YOU
Oh great. That'll be something to look forward to.
HOP