Miss: Good morning.
Mister: Good mourning.
Miss: Good, very good it was, the moaning.
Mister: So good that it made morning moaning a thing of glory.
Miss: There is no glory in morning.
Mister: There is!
Miss: There is not!
Mister: There is my "Morning glory".
Miss: There is no glory in your morning.
Mister: You know its full glory
Miss: All I know is that my "Evening cave" weeps every morning.
Mister: "Evening cave".
Miss: Yes, "evening cave".
Mister: What is that?
Miss: A cat…if your morning glory is a flower.
Mister: It is, and it blooms.
Miss: Only when Vivaldi plays "Spring".
Mister: Whats wrong about blooming in spring?
Miss: Because that makes you classical and classical is old.
Mister: Old is experience. The weathering of the test of time.
Miss: The only thing that has been weathered is not time but the rock. Your two rocks.
Mister: Size can never devalue my family jewels, I tell you!
Miss: Tell that tale to some cat with no tail. Only they will believe it.
Mister: It is time for an afternoon break, I believe.
Miss: Yes.'Tis.