C Claymore
Oh, Margo! What a beautiful dress. And such a…clever neckline
Margo Excuse me, Mr. Claymore. I’m here to see my father.
C Claymore
[Margo walks past him, but he circles around in her path]
So when are you going to come down and see my beryllium sphere?
Margo I’m not interested in your spheres, Mr. Claymore.
C Claymore
[Margo tries walks past him again, but he circles around in her path again]
Margo, you don’t return my calls any more.
Margo That’s not true. I never did return your calls.
C Claymore
I know! I can’t imagine why.
Margo It’s because: I. Don’t. Like. You.
I’ve got to run. I’ve got a-
Margo -taxi waiting downstairs?
Margo Oh, I just sensed that’s what you were going to say. It is, wasn’t it?
Margo Ha! Hey, this is getting easier the more I’m around you. You’re like reading a book. Well, thank you very much, Lamont, but I won’t be needing that taxi.
Oh, yes you do. I have a very important-
Margo Oh, great. I’ll come with you.
No, no. Last night, we agreed-
Margo No. I didn’t agree to anything.
Do you mind if I just get one tiny little sentence out of the way here; thank you very much. Last night, we both agreed that you were going to leave this morning.
Margo No. You agreed I would leave. I agreed to no such thing. We need each other.
Margo We have a connection.
Margo Then how do you explain that I can read your thoughts?
My thoughts are hard to miss.
Margo Oh, and why is that?
Psychically, I’m very well endowed.
Margo I bet you are. Okay, so you don’t need me. But I need you, Lamont, to help me find my father. And I am coming with you.
