Francis: So how was work?
Ethan: It was ok. Someone printed a poem and gave it to their girlfriend…
Francis: And they lived –
Ethan: They took a break.
Francis: Well your words don’t exactly inspire romance and dancing in the rain. Have you read your work?
Ethan: They didn’t read the poem just printed something.
Francis: Love of my life…I’ve written you …a paper filled with the alphabet…I give you Red Hands….
Ethan: Heck no, do not give that one to anyone ever…
Francis: I wrote you a poem….The Times …
Ethan: Swing and a miss !
Francis: (boxes the air) I’m gonna fluff you up!
Francis: Ahh romance. It’s a good thing you don’t get paid…now there’s no refund.