6:00 p.m.

fireflies in a jar
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Sketch: Remember?

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"Remember that time we went on that road trip, and you stopped the car and we got out and all we could see was the sky forever?"

"Yeah... and?"

"Remember the fireflies? How there were so many of them? Like --"

"Yeah."

"Like fairies."

"Like fireflies?"

"You're too literal."

"I remember, anyway."

"We should do that again sometime."

"Why?"

"Because it was nice. We don't do anything nice anymore."

"What do you want to do, then?"

"I just said."

"We already did that."

"I know. Nevermind. I just thought. Yeah, nevermind."

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Fine."

"I know what it means when you say things are fine."

"It means that things are fine. They're fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Are you going to sulk now?"

"Do I look like I'm sulking?"

"There's no way I can possibly answer that question."

"Do you want to go get some dinner, or something?"

"Sure, if you want."

"I asked if you wanted to, not if I wanted to."

"Oh good lord. Yes. I want to go get some dinner and then I want to take the long way home so we can stop and look at some fucking fireflies, okay? Doesn't that sound fun?"

"You know, sometimes you're a real bastard."

"Well, if I didn't know, I'm lucky to have you to remind me."

"Whatever. Let's go."

"Fine. Yeah. After you."