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Spike:
Lynda, I still need help with this form.

Lynda:
Look you can read can't you?

Spike:
Until my finger gets sore.

Lynda:
And you can write.

Spike:
Right, I can do that backwards, but I'm getting help for that.

Lynda:
Spike this is getting boring. Is there anything you don't joke about?

Spike:
Sure.

Lynda:
What?

Spike:
Nothing. [pauses] I was joking. Fun isn't it?

Lynda:
I've had more fun with a pencil stuck in my eye.

Spike:
You think we're becoming friends here? I think I feel a spark.

Lynda:
Spike.

Spike:
So how long before we start going out with each other?

Lynda:
What?

Spike:
Because I want to know something straight.

Lynda:
About what?

Spike:
When I dump you - you want a letter, or should I just stop phoning?