B: So do you. Do you… like me?
C: … Define like.
B: You’ve got to be kidding. I cannot believe this.
C: How do you think I feel? I haven’t slept, I feel sick, like there’s something in my stomach… fluttering.
B: Butterflies? Oh, no, no, no, no. This is not happening.
C: No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.
B:Chuck, you know that I adore all of God’s creatures and the metaphores they inspire. But these butterflies have got to be murdered.