Lance, I’d like you to meet Dick Dick.
Ah…pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dick.
The pleasure is mine. Call me Dick.
Dick…yes, of course…Dick.
I understand you’re a writer.
Well, I dabble.
I see, most impressive. I’m a dick.
Pardon?
A private eye, a gumshoe: a dick.
Oh! Interesting job!
It pays the bills. Ah…here comes Mrs. Dick…
Dick darling, I’m so distressed!
Do tell, Delores.
Well, it’s my book club. I…but who is this?
It’s Lance, he’s a writer. Lance…Delores Dick.
My pleasure, Mrs. Dick.
Please…call me Delores.
Delores. You have a book club?
Yes, she does. Wonderful really.
But Dick, I’m so distressed.
Darling, why?
Our next author. He’s so verbose. So sordid.
Dick wait, I think I know. Delores, is it….
Yes, dear boy: Dickens.
