I like your hat.
“It came with the pose.”
Do you have Mohawk in you?
“Once, at a party.”
Those boots look comfortable.
“They do all right.”
Is the future knowable?
“The synopsis, but not the plot.”
And the past?
Like, history and stuff.
“Oh. Then: yeah, you can totally know that stuff. It’s in books.”
“There’s literally an app for it.”
“There’s a reality three blocks over where color is experienced as a back rub; people can see in ultraviolet, but it hurts their shoulders.”
What is their religion like?
“God is a very particular shade of green.”
British Racing Green?
I can see worshipping that color.
“If you were going to pray to a hue, then that’s the one.”
Are doorways a problem?
Is this bit sexist? Tell me. You’re a woman, so if you say it’s not, then I’m good.
“People do know that you write both sides of these exchanges, y’know.”
Can’t blame a guy for trying.
“If he tries to kill someone, then you can blame him.”
Attempted murder, sure.
“Big ol’ crime. Policeman come and snatch you up. Put you in the pokey.”
And then you get poked.
“Prison rape is no laughing matter. Come to Jeffrey Katzenberg and his son’s Shabbat dinner with me.”
“COME PRAISE HASHEM WITH US, MISPUCHAH! THIS IS MY DAD, JEFFREY KATZENBERG, AND I’M JEFFREY KATZENBERG’S SON!”
Do you have a name?
“MY NAME IS JEFFREY KATZENBERG’S SON! IT’S BEEN A BLESSING AND A CURSE!”
I would imagine.