Would you come to lunch with me?
The meal is free.
My treat, you see.
No, I would not come to lunch.
I’d rather stay at home and munch.
Would you come and have a beer?
I’ll buy the drinks.
The place is near.
No, I would not have a beer.
I’m perfectly content right here.
Would you like to see a show?
I’ve got the tickets.
Front row.
Free tickets, huh?
That’s quite a score.
But still I’d rather scrub the floor.
What if we went away somewhere?
Fresh mountain air!
A weekend there!
I’d rather weed the driveway cracks.
I’d rather organize my tax.
What if I paid for everything?
The hotel room?
The traveling?
Everything?
Everything.
Someplace warm?
As warm can be.
Someplace tropical?
By the sea.
Now hold on.
You’re paying too?
The whole damn trip.
Just me and you.
Hmm.
Hawaii, you say?
The whole damn spread?
The plane? The room?
The drinks? The bed?
Tempting. Truly.
Quite a view.
But unfortunately,
you’re going too.
You’d pay for food?
Every bite.
Oceanfront?
That’s right.
Rental car?
And gasoline.
I’d even spring for sunscreen.
Hmm.
The islands are quite nice.
And you’re prepared to pay the price?
Every dime.
You’d pay it all?
Every breakfast.
Every mai tai.
Every waterfall.
And all I have to do is go?
That’s it!
With you?
Yes.
Then no.
What if we never had to speak?
…How long are we staying?
One whole week.
Separate rooms?
Of course. That’s fair.
And mine could maybe be…
Where?
Elsewhere.
How far elsewhere?
Let’s not get caught
in details neither of us wants.
What if I stayed out of your way?
Okay…
And barely spoke to you all day?
Go on.
We wouldn’t even have to dine.
Now we’re getting somewhere. Fine.
You take your beach.
I’ll take mine.
You take your tour.
I’ll stay behind.
You take the car.
I’ll take a cab.
You have a Mai Tai.
I’ll have twelve.
Wait.
That’s not spending time together.
Exactly.
Now this trip is sounding better.



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