It's an iamb,
A what
Nothing, just nothing.
No, I mean, I know that, yes, but—
How did you think that—
You can keep on repeating the same lie all you want except sooner or—
Later.
Were you waiting long?
No, I was taking a call.
Always something.
It pays the bills, you know?
I wouldn't. I mean, you shouldn't remind me.
There's only so many ways you can hide.
I know. That's why I always drop the handles.
Those get ripped off first chance you get anyhow.
You said before that this would be last time.
Maybe.
Stopping's only hard if you start again—
maybe that why we never stop trying to—
It can't hurt, can it?