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Start: Phillip: I’m serious, it looks good� Adam: Just shut up…don’t get here late and then make fun of me. Phillip: No, you look distinguished. Adam: Phil, I look like a hockey player� [... � …] End: Phillip: I just hope next time we pass each other I recognize who the hell you are. Adam: Well, if not, you and Evelyn can always head over to Record City and have a chat. Phillip: Hey, I wouldn’t get too deep into the moral issues during this particular conversation, okay Romeo? I may have a big fucking mouth but at least I keep it to myself…so long, matey!

Neil LaBute, The Shape of Things, Faber and Faber, 2001, pp. 72-89.