“You don’t have what with you?,” Elizabeth asked.

“Well.. you know, proof that you’re you know..crazy,” Elliot responded.

“Ok, I’ll wait for you to get this so called proof,” said Elizabeth impatiently.

“You know… ah, that crazy people don’t think that they are, ah… you know.. crazy,” Elliot said haltingly.

“You’re the one what said that I was crazy, I never said that I was crazy, twas you that said so, not I, I’d know if I were crazy, and I’m not, I’m really really not,” Elizabeth said panting, breathlessly. “So, like stop saying I’m crazy without proof, or I’ll rip your ead off and shove it down your bloody throat.”

“I.. ah… think I have proof now,” said Elliot triumphantly, reaching into his coat pocket, “Oh.. wait..these are me meds.. not yours, never mind..as you were.. Bobs’ your uncle…toodles.”