Townies

Max sips his soda. "I wish party lines still existed."
Jerry's nearly finished his. "I wish there was a pool table out here, 'cause I'm certain I'd kick your ass."
"We've done basketball," and the object in question deflated further in acknowledgement.
"And soccer, Monopoloy, Risk, baseball, and whatever the hell else is out here."
Max takes another. "We're about to be bored, aren't we?"
"And I hope you do become bored, you entertainment addict."
Max balks. "I'm the entertainment addict? You're the one who's won every single game, monkey massager."
"Come on. Focus up. Let's say -- you and me -- that phone booth over there's a lady."
"A call girl?"
"No, a lady. Be nice. How would you pick her up?"
"Well, literally."
"Oh, you're a son of a bitch." And the two begin to push and slap.

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