"Hon, I don't know about this tea."
"Well, it's quite simple really. Some crushed leaves thrown in boiling water. With a little sugar and cream, depending on your taste. Then, stir."
"But this batch... I don't know."
"Well, it's quite simple really. If you don't like it, throw it out that window there. Then, fish."
"That window's closed. Besides, you know I can't fish."
"That's a non-sequitor, babe."
"Babe! When was the last time we had a baby, anyhow? Get up there. HOLD THIS."
"Should I wear my "special" hat?"
"Try this on for size. Careful. Oh god no!"
Suddenly, the dialogue ended, and the writer began a barage of descriptive text. Lofty, black and hard: that was the man.
"Hark?"