or even better...
Lazs: Shane and I know that wealth is not measured in monetary terms, but in friendships. So last week, when we started a big thread on the BBS, I felt like the richest man alive. Until everybody started leaving after nine replies. And we were left alone, with about $ 600 worth of party snacks.
(NIGHT AMBIENCE, CRICKETS)
Shane: What's wrong, Lazs? It's midnight and you're sitting buck-naked in the middle of the backyard surrounded by loaded weapons?
Lazs: I'm deeply depressed, shane.
Shane: It's the BBS, isn't it----
Lazs: I don't think our friends really like us, Shane. How could they not realize the trouble we went to----? The hand-rolled sarcasm....the gourmet leg humping, the seven kinds of whine including "play my way or else" and smoked "spitdweebs" and cilantro-onion-La7 and p51 flambee'.
Shane: Maybe we were trying too hard to impress everyone.
Lazs: You think so?
Shane: Maybe we forgot about the basics, Lazs.
Lazs: You mean-----?
Shane: We forgot the ketchup, Lazs
Lazs: You're right.
Shane: And many studies show that ketchup contains natural relaxing agents that promote friendship.
Lazs: Maybe we should start another thread next weekend.
Shane: Okay.
Lazs: And this time we'll include ketchup.
Shane: I brought you some, Lazs.
Lazs: Ketchup on a piece of white bread. My favorite.
Shane: I love you, Lazs.
Lazs: So do I, Shane.
(SINGS):
These are the good years, in the golden sun,
A new day is dawning, a new life has begun,
The river flowing like ketchup on a bun.
again phc and garrison keillor