“What?”
“What would you say if you got me alone?”
“Well, right now I got you alone and I’m not saying anything. So I guess, uh, nothing?”
“Why don’t you say something?”
“What?”
“Come on. Say it.”
“Say what?”
“You know. It.”
“Oh I can’t say it. You’re in a relationship. My parents raised me well.”
“But you’ve said it to me before. Once. Why can’t you say it again.”
“You had your chance. You let it pass.”
“Oooh. I know, someone here is just afraid.”
“I’m afraid that you’re afraid that I might really say it. And mean it.”
“No, I’m not. I dare you. Say it.”
“Say what?”
“It. Say it.”
“What is it?”
“What it is that you want to say! Say it.”
“And what do you think it is that I want to say?”
“It. Just say it!”
“Say what?!”
“Oh for Christ’s sake. Don’t say that. Say it!”
“Now I’m confused. You want me to say it or not?”
“I want you to say it.”
“Say what?”
“IT!!!”
“What is it? Why can’t you say it?”
“Why do I have to say it?”
“Say what?”
“Alright. I get it. Fine. I give up. That’s what you want, fine. As long as you’re in this car, DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK. DON’T SAY ANYTHING.”
“Fine. I won’t say anything.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”