Ginger: Do you want to know what really frosts my cookies?
Ruby: People entering your home without knocking?
Ginger: Sorry. D’you want me to go back out, knock, and try again?
Ruby: Nah. You’re already in. Go ahead and tell me all about the icing on your cake.
Ruby: Are you sure you don’t want to talk about Cake?
Ginger: Well…no…but…I need to…that concert was so much fun…
Ruby: Wow, you are really distractible today.
Ginger: And I like that song, y’know, with the skirt and the jacket and – oh! Do you want to know what really makes my skin crawl?
Ruby: A red space slug out to get Bill Pardy?
Ginger: What? No! I like that movie and – Hey! I’m trying to focus here.
Ruby: You’re not doing a very successful job there.
Ginger: I know, it’s just cause I keep dreaming about creatures trying to make friends with other creatures so they can start a tribe and – Ruby!
Ruby: I’d apologize, but this is kinda fun.
Ginger: For three days straight, people at the office have been using grammar incorrectly in emails and I know they know better by now!
Ruby: Three days? Ginger, it’s only Tuesday.
Ginger: It is? Okay, fine. For two days straight, people at the office have been using grammar incorrectly in emails and I know they know better by now!
Ruby: Oh, no, wait, maybe it is Wednesday…
Ruby: Nope. I was right the first time. It’s Tuesday.
Ginger: Whatever, I just–you’re screwing with my head again.
Ruby: It’s really easy today.
Ginger: But not fair…
Ruby: When are you fair?
Ginger: When I feel like it. Oh, that reminds me: do I have permission to seriously injure or maim the cable technician today – if he bothers showing at all?
Ginger: Rats. You’re the fourth person to tell me no.
Ruby: Fourth? Really?
Ginger: Mae…Quinlan…you…okay, third.
Ruby: You do realize what you’re doing, right?
Ginger: Um…no. Is it bad?
Ruby: You come in here – to a math-lover’s home – counting incorrectly, and expect me to feel sympathy for you and your complaints about improper use of grammar.
Ginger: So you’re saying I’m gonna get no love here?
Ruby: With counting skills like yours, you’re lucky I’m not telling you that “your out of luck.”
Ginger: Oh! No, please!
Ruby: Or “the door is over their.”
Ginger: I’ll use my fingers to count, I promise!
Ruby: Or even “Your going to miss you’re appointment.”
Ginger: I’ll be good! Honest!
Ruby: To late. I’m in now. Four gooder oar fore worser.
Ginger: Ack! I’m leaving! And I hope you realize I’m going to take this out on the technician!
Ruby: It may not be the same technician who didn’t show.
Ginger: Doesn’t matter!
Ruby: Don’t take it out on him. Just learn to count.
Ginger: Fine. Well, I’ve got three go. Twice upon a time, I would have argued with you, but I haven’t the time. I have three get home befive the technician arrives and leaves again.
Ruby: Are you seriously using Victor Borge’s Language Inflation on me?
Ginger: Perhaps. Do you feel properly chastised?
Ruby: Of course. But befive you go, are you sure the technician is coming on Threesday, that is, threeday – or Wednesday, that is, threemorrow?
Ginger: Threeday. Befive I was mis-calculnineing.
Ruby: It would figure you excel at Language Inflation.
Ruby: Threedles three you, three.