Carly: I'm trying a new diet today.
Rose: Sounds interesting - or as interesting as yesterday's - what is it?
Carly: Its simple. You just don't EAT?
Rose: That does seem to say it all. Isn't it kinda plain tho?
Carly: As I said, simple as.
Rose: I like heinz ketchup on my simple.
Carly: That could lead to complications.
Rose: Meaning?
Carly: You could get fat!
Rose: That's easy. I'll just pretend I'm pregnant again.
Carly: You don't think we're two fat persons with a thin person trying to get out?
Rose: As opposed to the opposite? Sure.
Carly: Next to that English chick we look like blown up balloons.
Rose: Yeah, she needs to FAT-up!
Carly: So you realise we've been losing calories just by speaking.
Rose: You're rite. My husband has been keeping me fat for years now I come to think of it. He
doesn't like me to be talking at all.
Carly: I reckon we should start a talking club.
Rose: That sounds like it'll be more popular than the rusty exercise club.
Carly: What's that club Ma Sunday was from?
Rose: The Old Victorians?
Carly: We should make a new version. USA style.
Rose: What will we talk about?
Carly: What we're interested in.
Rose: You mean food?
Carly: Ah, I see where the problem is.
Rose: They never said slimming was easy.
Carly: But we seem to be proving that putting weit on is.
Rose: You could take a leaf out of my name and eat edible roses.
Carly: And what would you eat out of my name? Cars?
Rose: Lets start a society anyway.
Carly: We could call it Slim City.
Rose: As long as the title's not ironic.
Carly: That remains to be seen.