“So, are you gonna call that hot waitress I saw you chattin’ up on Saturday night?”
“Which one?”
“Which one?? Dude, how many ladies do you keep hangin’ on waitin’ for your call?”
“What can I say? I’m a ladies man!”
“Please! You haven’t called a girl in years! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that smokin’ redhead down at the diner.”
“Oh. Her. I already did.”
“Called her?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, how did it go?”
“I’m not one to kiss and tell.”
“What? You kissed her? Dude, tell me the details!”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of personal.”
“Not anymore it isn’t. Spill it.”
“Well, we had dinner, saw a movie, went back to my place, had some wine, talked, made out a little, and then I killed her.”
“You did what???”
“Dinner, movie, my place, wine, kissing, killing.”
“Dude, you kissed a girl?”
“Yeah. And then I killed her.”
“Hm. So, what do you think about that girl over there?”