MANDRAKE: I saw your handiwork at Krys’s. You’ve outdone yourself.
PHIL: Thanks!
MANDRAKE: I should have taken pictures. I imagine the glorious yards of lace have been burned or smashed by now.
PHIL: Probably. It was like a month ago.
They stare at each other.
MANDRAKE: There were fresh flowers!
PHIL: Eee!
KRYS (entering): I don’t know what you’re grinning about, but you can shut up right now.