G: My life is over!
H: What? Liar, How can you say that?
H: You're talking to me anyway?
G: But I cant find my files.
H [blank stare].
G: Ok, ok, I found the files, but there are a lot of them and they are huge. This is the problem with never throwing anything awa--
H: Regular Expressions.
G: Wha? My expressions are quite regular right now. I just can't find any of the right--
H: I meant like Perl.
G: Oh, you would. Swine.
H: Whatever, at least I can find anything in an instant?
G: An instant? Really, and instant?
H: Well, theoretically.
G: Famous last words. Show me!
H: Ok! [pause] let me get my books.
G: Don't bother. (Sigh.)
H: Now whose being melodramatic?
G: Just get over here and write the danm shell script.
H: Ok, ok. Where does it start?
G: Oh Sh[aeiou]t...
H: that doesnt make sense.
G: If you knew how to type it would.