Martin & Harriet - Earning Grey Hairs
Martin do you think I should colour the bit of grey in my hair?
Yes, bit, you evil man. I donít have that much grey. My mother had her lovely natural colour until she was much old than me.
Harriet, your mother had dyed hair from the day I met her.
She did not!
Ok, whatever you say. No Harriet I donít think you should colour it. I think you have beautiful hair. Iíve always thought so.
Why didnít you ever say anything, Martin? Iíd have loved to hear that all these years.
I donít know. I guess we never say what weíre all about until itís too late.
Yes. Seems youíre getting a second chance to tell me all those nice things now, eh Martin?
Ah, so this is all about my second chances, is it? Not like you needed this situation for any second chances?
Well Martin, think about it. Living with you caused me to grow these grey hairs, so it seems only fair youíd be here to atone for that, doesnít it?
Your logic is not only grossly illogical, but it gives me a headache, if thatís possible.
Sorry Martin. Iím fresh out of etheric aspirin. I could crush a regular one and put it in the vaporizer for you. It might help. Mist meets mist, kind of thing.
You really did miss your calling, Harriet. The world of stand-up lost a real gem.
You give me so much to work with, Martin. Fodder for my pen.
You know I love you, donít you?
Whatís the matter Martin? Whatís going on?
Nothing. I just wanted you to know that for sure. Grey hair and all, I love you.
I love you, too, Martin. Ectoplasm and all, I love you.
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