He's just a stubborn bitch

[Marguerite De Silva]

Does it taste like shame and a badly mixed martini?

[Jack Ripley]

Perhaps.

[Marguerite De Silva]

Aww
You're in love

Everything he does is precious and perfect isn't it?
When he looks at you with those big brown eyes you just want to pluck out the moon and put it into his little pocket

[Jack Ripley]

Look, I'm not idealizing him.
I know he's a person with flaws and idiosyncrasies.

But yes, I'm in that honeymoon period.

[Marguerite De Silva]

I'm both sickened and touched by your honesty

He is pretty cute though
He brought us soup while you were out the other day. And french bread. I could just eat him up with a spoon

[Jack Ripley]

You have to admit, the soup is divine.

[Marguerite De Silva]

It is! I think he puts cocaine in it because I can't stop eating it.

[Jack Ripley]

Hahah, oh, it's not cocaine darling.

[Marguerite De Silva]

What is it? LSD? You know the secret, don't you?

And don't you dare say it's love.

[Jack Ripley]

What kind of sap do you take me for?
I'm just saying, it's not cocaine.

And you'd know if it was LSD. There's no way you wouldn't.

[Marguerite De Silva]

Oh I see how it is. You sleep with him one time and suddenly you're keeping all of his soup-making secrets.

I see. Hmph

[Jack Ripley]

I never said I knew the secret, you assumed that on your own.

I'm just saying I know what it's NOT.

[Marguerite De Silva]

Well that's not very helpful.

I can't go over every time I want soup, that makes me seem so
Desperate

[Jack Ripley]

You probably won't have to, if he's volunteering to bring it by for you.
Congratulations, Maeby. You're now a part of the soup circle.

[Marguerite De Silva]

No

No shut your mouth
Don't call it a soup circle, that makes it sound like we're
75 year old grandmas getting together to make soup and knit sweaters and bake cookies for our shitty grandkids

I'm too fucking fabulous and young for soup circles goddamnit!