Rich:  Paul, I am *not* psyched to start working again.
Paul:  It sucks, don't it?
R:  You know I have a problem with authority.
P:  I hate your fucking face.
R:  What?
P:  Nothing.
R:  I fight authority
P:  Authority always wins.  John Melon Cantaloupe.  
R:  Hee.  I like that.  I'm keeping it. 
P:  Typical.  
R:  I bought a coffeemaker today.
P:  Cool.  French press?
R:  No.
P:  Vacuum-pot?
R:  No.
P:  Lithuanian suspension-flip?
R:  Nah, this lady in front of me got the last one.
P:  Automatic drip, eh?  Mr.  Coffee?
R:  No.
P:  Braun or Krups?
R:  Krups.  With one of those permanent filters.
P:  Oooh.  Espresso attachment?
R:  Why must you pressure me so?
P:  Thermal carafe?
R:  Bone me!
P:  You know what's the best?  A nice cup of latte.
R:  Paul, I'm not 18 anymore!  I just can't work up that kind of  
    froth.
P:  Heh.  Rent a video.
R:  It's not the same.  Hey, have you seen 'Black and Born to     
    Buttfuck'?
P:  Like who hasn't.  How do you make latte, anyhow?  How do you  
    pronounce it?
R:  They take cold spring water and use pressure to force it      
    through beans that no human hands have ever touched, for the  
    perfect cup of coffee every time.
P:  Are you for real?
R:  I have no fucking idea.  I still think latte was that guy from 
    Taxi.
P:  Hey, on the new REM album, there's a song about Andy Kaufman.
R:  Man on the Moon.
P:  You hear it?
R:  Picked it up on the street.
P:  Hey Rich, what is it?  I mean, I buy the albums, I watch the  
    videos, I memorize the lyrics, I do all of it, but TLC just   
    don't have anything to say to *me*.  
R:  You are fucked.  You need a healthy dose of INXS and U2.
P:  I'll kill you.
R:  You know, things seemed so much better back when I liked Sting.
P:  You wanna go drinking.
R:  Let's go paint the town velvet.

RICHH