"I want to go the dog for a long walk tomorrow morning," she says. "Then I can spend a long time with you without worrying about him."
"Do you think you’ll be able to fit me in around Coco’s schedule?" he asks.
"Stop," she says. "Don’t say that."
"I’ve been wanting to say that for months."
"Well, I hope you’re happy now," she says. "There are tons of things that you are devoted to that you have to fit me around. But I won’t go into that now.
"Coco licks my toes when I get out of the shower."
"I lick your toes."
"Not for months," she says.
"I guess he has a longer tongue," he says.
"I feel like you’re growing bored with my body," she says. "Are there still parts of me that you want to explore?"
"I feel like you’re bored with me. Is there anything you want me to wear tomorrow?"
"No. I just want your soul."
"You can’t have that," she says. "I already sold it to the devil. I’ve sold it many times."