(Scene: Sunday night. Brooke and Army Boy are getting ready for bed, pulling out work clothes for the new week and generally looking sleepy.)
Brooke: Booo…. No work shorts. Put them away.
Army Boy: (holds them out of her reach) I know, it sucks.
Brooke: Stay home.
AB: And how are we going to make up my salary?
Brooke: I’ll be a hooker.
Brooke: Ok, an exotic dancer. It would be worth it.
Brooke: Oooo, YOU should be a stripper. You and that cute butt of yours… (wheels clearly turning) WAIT! NO! I’m not sharing.
AB: Haha, I’d suck at that. You said I have no rhythm.
Brooke: I don’t think it’s exactly about “rhythm,” baby. (switches to announcer voice) “Tonight, Aunt Annie’s Amphitheater of Ass is proud to present…. Jakey the Naughty Menonnite!”
Army Boy: Definitely. I’m Back in Black and ready to rock.
Brooke: Still not sharing.
AB: Is there really a place called that? Because if not, the way your brain works SCARES me.