The Supermodel in the Morning

Lacrimosa: Good morning... Salem, is it?

Lacrimosa: Not well, but as well as could be expected I suppose.

Lacrimosa: She was very restless all night, poor baby. Unfamiliar environment and all.

Lacrimosa: She seems to like you.
Salem: Weird, hu?
Lacrimosa: Hmm, why do YOU think so?
Salem: Well, you'd think a supermodel's dog would only like fashionable people, and I'm kind of not fashionable.
Lacrimosa: Indeed. Well, perhaps she wants to roll on you or something. Dogs are like that.
Salem: Yeah! I love dogs.

Syrinx: (laugh) Thanks, Salem.
Lacrimosa: It is an ... interesting ensemble you've chosen there. But no one will see you with me, so I suppose it doesn't matter.
Syrinx: Are you ready to go?


(Lacrimosa and Syrinx leave in silence)

Hana: Oh My... what is that SMELL? Oh, it's that dog.
Salem: I think she smells nice.
Hana: Why would you drown your dog in perfume like that. It's like l'eau de pompous snob or something. Lacrimosa didn't take her with her?
Salem: Nope.
Hana: Handbag isn't big enough, apparently.

Hana: I'll come back when my kitchen isn't reeking of pretentious snob dog.

Chardonnay: WOOF. Grrrrr.
