"Please stop that."
"Excuse me?"
"Smelling like oatmeal. Please stop."
"I... what?"
"You. Smell. Like. Oatmeal."
"O-kay...?"
"Well, are you going to stop now?"
"Stop doing what?!"
"Well, smelling like oatmeal! What else could I be talking about?"
"You're crazy."
"And you smell like oatmeal. I'd rather be crazy. At least people can't sniff that."
"Oh, they don't need to smell it to know lady, let me tell ya."
"Tell me what?"
"That you're - I mean... oh bloody hell!"
"Actually, it's more like granola. You smell like granola."
"And you smell like a bat shit insane crazy cunt muffin!"
"Really? Do I? I thought I smelled more of lilacs, and maybe cantaloupe."
"Lady, you are something else."
"Actually, I'm Sadie Rosemont, and you are?"
"Charles Biggs... Wait a minute. I'm not letting you drop that!"
"Oh my! Did I drop something? Where?"
"No, no. You didn't really - See, you're doing it again!"
"Doing what?"
"I - I don't know."
"My dear boy, you look terribly confused."
"You know, I really am."
"How about we go have some tea? My treat."
"Really, tea would be nice."
"Oh yes, tea and oatmeal cookies, those always hit the spot."
"Yeah, oatmeal cookies... Hey! I don't smell like oatmeal!"