Tho: Goodbye. I'm riding up the wave.
Frank: They look the same, but there are subtle differences. When I fed this one some Spam last time ....
Tho: Hello, I'm out of here.
[Pause.]
No Spam in this scene!
Frank: I suggest a ... controlled experiment.
Tho: I'm a goner. You hear me, no more ....
[Whoosh.]
Frank: We study them first of course, study their appearance in detail.
Tho [from on high]: "We." How can you think ...
[Pause.]
Frank: After that, feed both of them a can of Sham, the British imitation brand. Then
activate the defecation function.... Then repeat, but this time with Spam, the real thing. After that ... [gets distracted by comparing some detail on the pigs' snouts].[Long pause.]
Tho: Open the hangar, coming in for a landing again!
Frank: Tell me the history of this one.
Tho: Are you talking to me?
Frank: No, I'm talking to Princess Di over there.
Tho [starts to turn, then snaps back]: You have an incredible capacity for this stuff, not to feel it like that.
Frank: Yes. [Pause.] I still see trails though. [Passes hand back and forth across face, pausing between each pass, like a slow metronome.]