GK: ......after this message.

SS: What you staring at me for? ---- Do I know you?

GK: I'm gazing at you in rapt wonder because I'm writing a sonnet about you.

SS: You are?

GK: Sure.

SS: A sonnet?

GK: Got the first four lines already.

So unexpected, shining on a dusty Minnesota street,

The dappled twilight draped about her shoulders in St. Paul,

O heart, heart, singing in your strong iambic beat:

Sing to my muse, my sun and moon, my love, my all.

SS: You wrote that about me? Who are you?

GK: I'm an English major, so if anything needs expressing, I'm your man.

TR (RICO): Hey! Babes! Whatcha doin? I been waitin for you inside the store? Who's this gink?

SS: He's an English major. He's writing me a sonnet, Rico.

TR (RICO): A sonnet, huh? Well, now his sonnet has got saliva on it. (HE SPITS) There. Beat it, gink.

SS: All you have to offer is violence, Rico. Threats and dirty looks. You can't put dirty looks in a scrapbook and take them out twenty years from now and look at them, can you-----

TR (RICO): Come on, baby. Don't go off with that pencil-neck geek.

GK: Had I the embroidered cloths of heaven, I would lay the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have laid my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

SS: Ohhhhhh-------- my English major-----

GK: A message from the Professional Organization of English Majors