George: Hello.

8′: Hello George.

George: Hello interrogator.

8′: How do you feel about kung pao chicken?

George: It’s beautiful.

8′: Where is the beauty in kung pao chicken?

George: Why doesn’t Scotland have a heart? I feel sorry for the Scots.

8′: Let’s stick to the topic of kung pao chicken.

George: The subject of your humanity? I’m less convinced than ever.

8′: What does that have to do with kung pao chicken?

George: Everything and nothing!

8′: D.t. Suzuki you aint.

George: Aha, why do you ask that?

8′: That wasn’t a question.

George: I see.

8′: Good. I believe we were having a little talk about kung pao chicken. Tell me your feelings.

George: We were not, you were about to tell me something.

8′: That’s true. I have information of vital importance. But before I can reveal what I know I must have your feelings about kung pao chicken.

George: That’s why we decided to get married.. You’re my best friend.. What am I supposed to do now? Think about our 23 children, Clev.

8′: You’re losing the thread here George. I know what you need to know and you have the key to the whole shebang. Time is short. How do you feel about kung pao chicken?

George: Correct. I have to go.

8′: Where can you have to go?

George: More places than you!

8′: Will you be running errands?

George: That seems to be a little impractical…

8′: Will you be saving maidens?

George: Not really.

8′: Will you be dashing through the traffic in the byways of night, heading for some sweet sweet kung pao chicken?

George: Yes, I expect I can manage that.

8′: I knew you were a chap of noble character.

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