P: It must be delicious!
A: That's what all the zombie kids tell me.
A: Cheese is the future.
P: Isn't your brain made of cheese?
A: My brain is the future!
V: My boss is listening to morris dancing music. I'm having images of old men wearing all white with bells on their legs flying ribbons in the air.
P: There is nothing sexy about morris dancing.*
*I'm not kidding.