Lisa: “So, when you got up this morning, did you think you’d be writing a check at the BMW dealership?”
Robbie Roommate: “Um, no. That was the last thing on my mind.”
Lisa: “See? This is proof that crazy and unexpected things happen. All because your ditzy roommate pulled into the wrong driveway. You might have ended up with a Toyota.”
Robbie Roommate: “Hmm, yeah, maybe you just ruined my life. Or maybe you just saved it.”
Lisa: “Where’s the Nelly CD?”
(Puts CD in.)
Robbie Roommate: “Oh, I think it’s skipping.”
Lisa: “Damn. That’s the song. Why is it doing that?”
Robbie Roommate: “Don’t know. Listen to it skip.”
Lisa: “Let me see that.”
(Takes CD out.)
Robbie Roommate: “Yeah, just throw that shit out the window.”
Lisa: “No, no! I can fix it.”
(A short pause.)
Robbie Roommate: “What are you doing?”
Lisa: “Just wait. Do you care if I lick your CD?”
Robbie Roommate: (Looks at Lisa, dumbfounded.) “Sure, go ahead. Lick my CD. You’re crazy.”
Lisa: “Maybe, but I bet it works now.”
Robbie Roommate: “Whatever.”
Lisa: “Trust me.”
(Puts CD in.)
Robbie Roommate: “What? How did you do that?”
Lisa: “Told you.”
