Beverly: Can you believe they think Adam's short story is about me?
Murray: Here, let me take a look. "It was blond and angry and was rude to waiters." No, this tracks.
Beverly: That could be anybody.
Murray: "The colorful sweaters and neon leggings hid the darkness in her heart."
Beverly: Why am I even discussing this? I've got shrimp Parm to make for dinner.
Murray: "She lured her victims with promises of cheesy seafood casserole."
Beverly: Yes, we all know. Clearly, it's me.