Mary: Oh, I love camping. My folks and I went every summer.
Dick: You did?
Mary: Oh, yeah. Dad and I would wake up every morning early to go blueberry picking. And then mom would shake off her hangover and throw some blueberries in the pancakes and some in her bloody Mary.
Dick: What happy, beautiful memories.
Mary: Oh, I'd love to go back up there sometime. The fresh air, the starry skies.
Dick: A sleeping bag for two.
Mary: A brisk dip in a babbling brook.
Dick: Clothing optional.
Mary: And then, go hiking, collect some leaves.
Dick: Leaves clinging to our wet, gleaming buttocks.
Mary: Excuse me?
Dick: Oh, Mary, come with us!