Mrs. Merriwether said, “About time for tea?”
Oh, and a rule: You may only post one entry of dialogue per post, an ‘entry’ being a sentence fragment (if apropriate, but let’s hope we do try our best to avoid them) to a flunkin gazola with some 40 lines if necessary. One person speaks per post, then they say their piece, and another person carries the ball with what another person in the conversation may say. Let’s try to make it a rough mix of something like Mamet, Monty Python, A Clockwork Orange, Lewis Carrol, and Quentin Tarantino. Include the ultra violence if necessary.
Mr. Merriwether replied, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Mrs. Merriwether: Oh, nothing. Nevermind dear. It wasn’t important anyways.
The cook looked in from the pantry. “I’m not ready yet! You’ll get tea when I’m damn well good and ready!”
Mr. Merriwether: Why do you always DO that!? Just spit it out already!
Mrs. Merriwether: Nothing. No, just nevermind. It was nothing. How are- how are things at the um, boating dock going for you, dear?
Ms. Scarlet: “Oh my, have I interrupted something?”
Mrs. Merriwether: “Oh, no, Ms. Scarlet. We were just getting started. Care to join? The conversation, I mean.”
Mr. Merriwether: (Rolling his eyes at the cook’s rude behavior) “My dear, changing the subject and speaking to Ms. Scarlet isn’t going to get you off the hook this time. What did you mean and when are you going to do something about that vile cook?”
Cook: “I’ll kill you all, you bastards! Now, where’s my Ludwig V?” He says with milk dripping from his unwiped lips and chin.
Mrs. Merriwether: “Would you care for some tea, Ms. Scarlet? It should be along shortly.”
Ms. Scarlet “I wouldn’t mind some Earl of Grey. Do you have any?”
Cook: “Well, well, well, my little droogies!”
Overfed, pampered poodle: “yap, yap, yap”, whilst trying to hump Ms Scarlets leg.
“Get down you horrible little doggie!” as Ms. Scarlet boots him yiping across the kitchen floor.
Cook: “Poodle sausages for dinner tonight!”
Mrs. Thing comes in: “Hello, Ms. Scarlet. Have you been shopping?”
Ms. Scarlet: “Yes, and these crotchless panties are binding me!”
Mr. Meriwether: “Crotchless panties, poodle sausages… I wonder what the next odd thing is that will be inevitably mentioned…”