I keep trying to get organized, and in the process come across material I’ve forgotten about. Here’s one. Now I can throw that piece of paper away!
Nan: I am Nan. Shadow, are you there?
Shadow: Right here, baby.
Nan: What name do you go by?
Shadow: I am known by many names.
Nan: What shall I call you?
Nan: You’re not my mother!
Shadow: No, I said “Mum.” You can call me “Yes, Mum!”
Nan: You quit pushing me around! I won’t yes Mum or no Mum you! Perhaps I’ll name you!
Shadow: You presume?
Nan: Damn tootin’. I’ll call you–
Nan: Oh, all right. Matilda. Waltzing Matilda?
Nan: We’re supposed to be talking about robbing and getting robbed.
Shadow: Yeah, right, big time Nan the gun moll. Who ya been robbing lately, baby?
Nan: You’re rude, crude, and thoroughly unattractive. I thought you were haughty and condescending and filthy rich.
Shadow: Thanks, and I am, Po’ mouth!
Nan: You robbed me!
Nan: You took away my meanness, my lay-it-on-the-lineness, my sraightness.
Nan: Damn tootin’.
Shadow: You’re sounding a little vulgar yourself. By the bye, baby, who did YOU rob?
Shadow: Come on, come on, we haven’t got all day. The teacher is going to blow the whistle in a minute.
Nan: Yeah, she’s asked two more questions and…
Shadow: Slow poke. Honestly, you dirty misfit. Black sheep of the family!
Nan: I’M the nice one. YOU’RE the bad one!
Shadow: I’m bored with you.
Nan: Who did I rob? I robbed myself, and gave myself away.
Shadow: Rattle rattle, hear my chains.
Nan: MY chains.
Shadow: Our chains. But you are dirty, a sissy, boring, teacher’s pet, dull, a non-entity: A crumb. Crumby!
Nan: You hush. I’m going to devour you!
Shadow: Now you’re talking like me!