This ornate beauty was made in Geneva (duh) in the 17th century by a guy named Jean Rousseau, who went on to play left wing on the Nordiques in the 80’s. It currently resides–
“GIVE IT TO ME.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Bobby calls you that.
“You’re not Bobby.”
You’re not Garcia.
“Never said I was.”
You’re growing a beard.
“I am physically incapable of growing a beard.”
ME TOO. We are best friends now.
I have ideas for business ventures I’d like you to fund.
Do you have a guest house? If so, what’s your pet policy for the guest house? If it allows cats, will you buy me a cat when I move into your guest house?
“Tell me about the watch.”
It’s in the Louvre. You can’t buy it.
“I must have it. It combines the two most important things in my life: the Dead and watches. I’m already considering what bandana to pair it with.”
It’s not for sale.
“Is it well-guarded?”
No more heists. I did the heist bit. It was fair-to-middling at best.
“There must be a way.”
–if you want a watch with some Dead bullshit, I can get you one for fifty bucks. Here:
You owe me fifty bucks.
What? Watch, Dead bullshit: that timepiece–
“Don’t call it that.”
–fits both your criteria. It’s chrome. Chrome is cool. Plus, when the battery runs out, you can take it to the kiosk in the mall and get a new one for ten bucks.
Was it the pocket part of the pocket watch that you liked?
“Stop talking to me.”
I’m your biggest fan, Josh Meyers.
“This is being forwarded to my lawyer.”
I’m cool with three-ways.