Venus2006/I

Maurice:
[Maurice is clipping Ian's toenail] Keep still. It's not surgery.

Ian:
I don't trust you.

Maurice:
[clips the nail] Got it! A palpable hit!

Ian:
But where has the little f***er gone?

Maurice:
Who cares? It's free now.

Ian:
I can't have my home scattered with toenails.

Maurice:
Oh, God. I'll have to get my other glasses.

Ian:
They're around your f***ing neck.

Maurice:
Oh. Thank you. [puts glasses on, begins to search] Where's that bastard toenail? Ha! There's the little f***er!