B

A and B

A: Play it, Sam, play it again.
B: You talking to me?

A: Play Misty for me.
B: Surely you can't be serious.

A: I am serious, and don't call me Shirley.
B: What we got here is failure to communicate.

A: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
B: I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

A: That's mighty brave talk for a one-eyed fat man.
B: Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so,
this conversation is getting a little strange.

J.D. Heskin

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