Johnny: Well, the reason I point it out is that, um, you know, I've been looking for a place to work. Like a-an office space.
Twyla: Uh-huh. [balancing dirty dishes in her hands and on her arm]
Johnny: You see, I get a lot of ideas back at the motel that need serious contemplation, but with the family there, I just can't seem to get any work done.
Twyla: I hear that.
Johnny: So, I was wondering... And I thought about bringing this up the other day, but decided against it, for some reason. But here we are talking, so, what the hell. What are the chances of me operating out of one of these booths every day?
Twyla: I am just gonna put these plates down. I just think I'll think better, once the blood rushes from my arms, back to my head.
Johnny: Oh, oh. Yes, yes, yes. Uh, absolutely! Yeah, you can put them down, I didn't mean to keep you, there. I know you've got a lot of work to do. Totally.
Twyla: They're just heavy plates!