Michael:
“Luna, what are you doing?”
“Stuffing a turkey.”
“With what, dare I ask?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like your kitchen surprises.”
“You don’t like any of my surprises, sir.”
“No, I don’t. Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay? I got to
go. I’m late for a meeting.”
“I hate your stupid meetings.”
“I know you do.”
“Stay home then.”
“I wish I could but I can’t.”
“Whatever.”
“Where are my keys?
They were sitting right here.”
“Not sure. Move so I can put this bitch in the oven.”
“You stop.”
“It’s kind of heavy, sir.”
“Luna, where are my keys?”
“Surprise!”
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