Articles in “Strange Conversations”

ME: I wish we could get rid of that mirror at the end of the hallway.
NICK: It’s not good, is it?
ME: I can’t ever walk down there in the middle of the night without thinking, “Oh no! What if the person walking towards me in the mirror isn’t me?”
NICK: Now I’m going to worry about that.
ME: You’re doing it wrong, honey. Your job is to say, “That’s not going to happen, honey, because that’s crazy talk.”
NICK: It is crazy talk. But I’m very susceptible to crazy talk.
ME: The mirror-person’s going to get us for sure, now.

NICK: Why don’t you appreciate my singing?
ME: It’s not your … strongest skill.
NICK: I appreciate your diplomacy, but I’m going to keep singing anyway.
ME: And so you should!
NICK: A man’s reach must exceed his grasp, Treena.
ME: I’ve never understood that phrase, but it does explain why you keep dropping things.

ME (shouting from the study to the kitchen): Nick, are you mocking my taste in music?
NICK (shouting back from the kitchen): No!
ME: Then why are you singing “Scarborough Fair” in a broad Somerset accent?
(Pause)
NICK: I’m just amusing myself. It’s all a bit of fun. Unrelated! No one got hurt.

ME: Honey? Am I allowed to buy things on iTunes when you’re not here?
NICK: Of course! Ours is a shared harvest.
ME: You don’t get my stuff. Also? I ate your cashews.
NICK: Fair enough.

ME: Nick, please don’t make your “Why did I shack up with someone with a uterus?” face.
NICK: It’s not that face! That face is completely different!