G: You know I found Paula in a dumpster, right?
Johnson: What? You said you met her at the supermarket!
G: I did. It was the bin out behind the Dime-a-Dozen.
Johnson: And you just picked her up out of the rubbish and brought her home?
G: Why no?
Johnson: Sometimes I think I hardly know you.
G: What was that?
Johnson: I don't know, but we've got company. As in "lots of"!
G: Well, if they pull up a chair, I would be happy to beat them with it.
Johnson: The Man Who Never Had His Fill.
That cheeky imp! He doused our goat!
G: Then let's put out some lights of our own.
Johnson: Would you kindly bust a cap in those motherfudgers before they douse the lights?
You know, we never finished talking about you kidnapping Paula.
G: I didn't kidnap her!
Johnson: You hauled her out of a skip! Isn't that illegal in some states? What did she say?
G: Nothing. Not for weeks. I was afraid to even touch her, you know? Like she didn't belong to me. To anyone.
Johnson: But something changed.
G: There was a phone call.
Johnson: Speaking of phones... Put that on hold, G. We've got company!
G: Fuck you.
Johnson: Okay, now what's this about a phone call?
G: Me an Paula were eating when the phone rang. Suddenly, she slams her fork down and says, "Don't answer it!"
G: First thing she ever said to me. But I got up to take the call. Johnson, you should have seen her. She jumped out of her chair, ran to the phone and ripped it right off the wall.
G: Then she came and put her arms around me, and started crying. It was the craziest, weirdest, sexiest thing I have ever seen. I have been hers ever since.