the other snippets
Because I actually thought of this one first, when I couldn't write it down. And then another one just came to me. May turn into something... will put under cut this time 'round.
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"She's very pretty." I said.
"If you like that sort of thing." Jack shrugged diplomatically, but he was eyeing her. Not like a man planning a seduction, that I could take, but like a man planning out ways to be charming the morning after, and that was too much.
"I don't." I mirrored the shrug. "But that doesn't mean I don't notice."
He shrugged again. To a third party, we must look like a pair of small birds on a cold day, fluffing and refluffing ourselves to keep out a chill. He walked off.
"Smooth."
"What's smooth?" I sniffed.
"The subtextual 'whore better keep her hands offa my man."
"I would never call her a whore, it's a very rude thing to call a person. She's not very bright."
"She can't be stupid."
"She probably is. Very stupid. She has a boyfriend. She has-- probably all sorts of things, problems, complications. She shouldn't be-- He oughtn't--"
"Whore better keep her hands offa your man?"
"He isn't. My man. Just because you do everything for someone who probably couldn't get on without you, it doesn't make them yours."
"There's no justice in this world."
"Shouldn't you be doing something?"
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(oh, look, and in this one I have yet another lingual obsession)
"You've honestly never seen 'Working Girl'?" He made a little sound of disbelief.
"I honestly haven't. Ever. Should I have? It seems a rather girly film for me to need to have seen."
"Well, no, I guess you don't need to see it. I mean, I haven't actually *watched* it, just-- I mean, everyone knows the line, though."
"I don't. I haven't seen the film."
"Now this isn't fair! You know everything!"
I blushed. "I don't know everything. I'm just very good at learning."
"You know everything but that one line from 'Working Girl' that everyone knows!"
"I really don't know how you expect me to know a line from a film I've never seen. Have you changed your mind about the coffee, then?"
"No! I mean-- No, but--"
"Have you changed your mind about the tea?"
"Really, there's not a third thing you could offer me in this situation?"
"I really don't think I should bring you hard liquor between nine and five, but there's a vending machine around the corner if you want a soft drink, and--"
"I'm not really thirsty, I-- You really, *honestly* have no idea what I'm talking about here?"
"Biscuit?"
"I don't want a biscuit!"
"Did you want to have sex with me, then?"
"... Did you know this whole time?"
"Well, I didn't know what film it came from."
"You bastard!"
"Yes."
"Is this because I moved everything around in your desk?"
"It is a little bit, yes."
"That's so petty."
"It is."
"Um, were we *going* to--?"
"That depends entirely on how you respond to this; rwy'n dy garu di."
"Okay, A) I wish you would just speak English. In fact, don't even speak real proper English, you don't have to. And B) yr un wedd, if that's at all what I mean to say."
"I certainly hope so."
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"She's very pretty." I said.
"If you like that sort of thing." Jack shrugged diplomatically, but he was eyeing her. Not like a man planning a seduction, that I could take, but like a man planning out ways to be charming the morning after, and that was too much.
"I don't." I mirrored the shrug. "But that doesn't mean I don't notice."
He shrugged again. To a third party, we must look like a pair of small birds on a cold day, fluffing and refluffing ourselves to keep out a chill. He walked off.
"Smooth."
"What's smooth?" I sniffed.
"The subtextual 'whore better keep her hands offa my man."
"I would never call her a whore, it's a very rude thing to call a person. She's not very bright."
"She can't be stupid."
"She probably is. Very stupid. She has a boyfriend. She has-- probably all sorts of things, problems, complications. She shouldn't be-- He oughtn't--"
"Whore better keep her hands offa your man?"
"He isn't. My man. Just because you do everything for someone who probably couldn't get on without you, it doesn't make them yours."
"There's no justice in this world."
"Shouldn't you be doing something?"
---/-/---
(oh, look, and in this one I have yet another lingual obsession)
"You've honestly never seen 'Working Girl'?" He made a little sound of disbelief.
"I honestly haven't. Ever. Should I have? It seems a rather girly film for me to need to have seen."
"Well, no, I guess you don't need to see it. I mean, I haven't actually *watched* it, just-- I mean, everyone knows the line, though."
"I don't. I haven't seen the film."
"Now this isn't fair! You know everything!"
I blushed. "I don't know everything. I'm just very good at learning."
"You know everything but that one line from 'Working Girl' that everyone knows!"
"I really don't know how you expect me to know a line from a film I've never seen. Have you changed your mind about the coffee, then?"
"No! I mean-- No, but--"
"Have you changed your mind about the tea?"
"Really, there's not a third thing you could offer me in this situation?"
"I really don't think I should bring you hard liquor between nine and five, but there's a vending machine around the corner if you want a soft drink, and--"
"I'm not really thirsty, I-- You really, *honestly* have no idea what I'm talking about here?"
"Biscuit?"
"I don't want a biscuit!"
"Did you want to have sex with me, then?"
"... Did you know this whole time?"
"Well, I didn't know what film it came from."
"You bastard!"
"Yes."
"Is this because I moved everything around in your desk?"
"It is a little bit, yes."
"That's so petty."
"It is."
"Um, were we *going* to--?"
"That depends entirely on how you respond to this; rwy'n dy garu di."
"Okay, A) I wish you would just speak English. In fact, don't even speak real proper English, you don't have to. And B) yr un wedd, if that's at all what I mean to say."
"I certainly hope so."