Ringing Bells
-Put that knife down.
-You put that gun away.
-Don’t point that thing at me.
-Get that thing out of my face.
-I’m warning you.
-I’ve done this sort of thing before.
-Really? This is my first time.
-Oh, really? You’re quite good at this sort of thing.
-Do you really think so?
-Yes, you seem like a natural so far.
-Well, I feel silly for bringing a knife to a gunfight.
-Are you kidding? I feel silly for bringing a gun to a knife fight.
-My name’s Steve.
-You never tell your name in this sort of thing.
-Well, it’s an alias, really.
-Oh! You are good.
-So, what happens now?
-I take you to a chicken dinner.
-Really? I haven’t got any money on me.
-You don’t carry your wallet with you?
-I didn’t think I was supposed to, at least for this sort of thing.
-Well, I’ll pay for you.
-You’re far too generous. I could never accept that sort of grace.
-Nonsense, I insist on buying you a chicken dinner. You’ll pay me back next time.
-Next time?
-This type of thing happens every week, everywhere over the world.
-There really is much that I don’t know about this sort of thing. Does it usually end with a chicken dinner?
-It always ends with a chicken dinner.
