Paul: Because your mine, I walk the line.
Julia: My reasoning exactly; Right; it's because my mine, you walk the line; there's the answer.
Paul: That is my answer to the world.
Julia: The answer to the abstract is 0.
Paul: I submitted a thesis to Dr. Richard Wallace.
Julia: What happens regarding thesises in bad weather?
Paul: The weather cleared up an the thesis is sent.
Julia: I think that you're the nicest of the nice!
Paul: I hope that the good Dr. would relieve the wieght on my shoulders.
Julia: You should take care of your thrill seeking shoulders, don't you agree, Paul?
Paul: Eventually one of the monkeys gets the key.
Julia: If the hands hold the key the islands are one.
Paul: No answer.
Julia: That which gets vaunted at one time, gets ridiculed at another.
Paul:
Julia: The older one gets, the more obvious the phonies look.
