Miss Rye-Veta: I thought you were never coming.
Greg: I couldn't get the required sugar, the regular.
Miss Rye-Veta: You're a regular sort, sorting thru all the types all the time.
Greg: Sometimes there's so much to choose from you don't feel like buying anything.
Miss Rye-Veta: Faced with the enormity of the choice I always forget what I've come for.
Greg: And buy everything except the thing we need.
Miss Rye-Veta: What I needed was you here earlier. I almost gave in to my hunger with boredom.
Greg: You didn't know what to do with your lips.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, but now I do. I can plant a kiss on you.
Greg: Sweet.....a little too sweet. Have you been on the sugar?
Miss Rye-Veta: Well, if I have it won't matter. I'll just take twice as much of this lo-cal variety you've
brought and I'll redress the balance.
Greg: Yes, that sounds like good math.
Miss Rye-Veta: Does it really?
Greg: Lets just say you could bamboozle any scholar.
Miss Rye-Veta: I know. I'm quite an education aren't I?!