“Well, what you have to remember, it won’t last.”
“It never seems to end.”
“True, so true, but still, it won’t last.”
“Would you be offended if I said, Shut up.”
“Not at all. If I were listening, maybe, but I’m just thinking about what I want to say when you stop talking.”
“Shut up.”

“We’ve just ruined this pretty little picture with our specifications.”
“Hrumpff.”
“Hrumpff, indeed.”

“…”
“…”

“Do you care that I’m two dimensional.”
“Does the snow bother you less or more because it has more dimensions than you.”
“I wish I had nice paint-on hair like you.
“I wish I had actual hair.”
“I dreamed last night that a man was running his hands through my hair. Then I woke up and my cardboard head was all crumpled.”
“Well, there you go…It’s supposed to snow again tonight.”
“I can’t wait until I’m complaining about the humidity.”
“Yes, that will be nice. We should keep this image in our minds and think of it then.”
“What will that do.”
“One never knows, one never knows.”
“…What does that mean?”
“Look at the snow, Myrtle. Look at the snow.”