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Argyle rhythms
H.: It's the principle of the thing.
S.: It's cold out.
H.: You should've brought your own stuff.
S.: Come on.
H.: No.
S.: Come on.
H.: No.
S.: H.
H.:
S.: H.
H.: I said no. I mean no.
S.: It's not like I'm asking to borrow a thousand dollars.
H.: My socks are precious to me. Nobody's feet go in them but mine.
S.: I will buy you new ones.
H.: It's the principle of the thing.
S.: Can you forget about your principles for one stupid minute and see that I'm about to go out into the stupid snow with you to build a stupid snowman for your stupid son?
H.: S.
S.: Screw it. I'm staying inside. You build the snowman by yourself.
H.: You can't stay in.
S.: I'm staying in. Take your stupid kid out there and do it yourself. Spend Quality Time with him.
H.: No. Look.
S.: I can't help it if you feel uncomfortable around your own kid, H. I'm not holding your hand.
H.: Wait a second. This isn't the same argument we started with.
S.: I like this one better.
H.: Well, you can't wear my socks.
S.: Well, you can't change the argument.
H.: I don't have comfort problems with my son!
S.: I'm just your stupid girlfriend, H. What was it he called me? Floozy of the Week? You build the snowman. I've decided that I hate your son.
H.: No. No!
S.: Go now. I'm going to take a hot bath, and then I might just pack my things and go.
H.: We're at a cabin in the middle of nowhere!
S.: I don't care. I'll walk.
H.: Fine. You can wear my socks.
S.: I don't want to.
H.: I insist.
S.: No.
H.: S., come on.
S.:
H.: Wear my socks.
S.: No.
H.: Wear them.
S.: No.
H.: S.
S.: H. I'm not wearing your smelly socks.
H.: They're not smelly!
S.:
H.: Say what you want about my stupid son, but my stupid socks are not smelly. Or stupid.
S.:
H.: Wear them.
S.: Fine. Give them here.
H.: You're really going to wear them?
S.: Give them to me.
H.: I didn't think you would want to.
S.: Give. Them. To. Me.
H.: Here.
S.:
H.:
S.:
H.: That's how you put socks on? Don't do it like that.
S.: Wh --
H.: Here. Do it like this. Roll from the top...down to here...and then arrange your toes in the tip, like so, and --
S.: Give me the (censored) socks.
H.: Hey!
S.: I will put these on the way I want to, and you'll sit there and watch me. Got it? Or I walk. Now.
H.:
S.: Got it?
H.: Got it.
S.: Fine. Sit down. Over there.
H.:
S.:
H.: Ooh --
S.:
H.: Not like --
S.:
H.: Oh, come --
S.:
H.:
S.: There. Let's go out.
H.: You ruined my socks.
S.:
H.: I'll have to throw them away now.
S.: That's it.
H.: Where are you going?
S.: I'm packing. I'm leaving.
H.: But! But!
S.: Enjoy your stupid snowman with your stupid son. Teach him some (censored) manners, (censored).
H.: Hey!
S.: Goodbye.
H.:
S.:
H.:
S.:
H.: My socks!
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