The Nighthens are out for coffee at Cupcake on University W. in Minneapolis.
The coffee is a little bitter, and could be smoother, but its drinkable. According to TL the hot chocolate is watery.
RM: How’s your cupcake?
TL: It’s nutty and coconutty.
MD I think I want some of those baby cakes.
TL: Hmmmmm. One out of four stars for Speedracer.
MD: All that movie is is special effects.
TL: Well, yeah, but the only reason Angelina and I want to see it is because there is a cute guy with white hair in it. She and I have a thing for cute guys with white hair.

RM: I like that distressed wall. Maybe I should distress the front entry that way.
TL: You just like distressed walls. “Oh, I like that wall, its distressed.” You’re kind of sick that way.

RM (referring to pastries): This is too rich, I cant eat it all.
MD: Oooo, I’ll have another bite.
MD: I want to try every single cupcake.
(going off on a completely different tangent) Actually, I think I’m the best typer.
RM: Of course, we all think we’re the best typer, but I’m the only one who actually knows how to type.
MD: Oh, and the rest of us are just banging with our elbows.
TL: Yeah, are we just monkeys with typewriters?
RM: Basically

RM leaves for bathroom.
TL: steals computer.
RM comes back from bathroom
RM: Hey! Give that back!
TL: No!

MD: They don’t like our kind here.
RM: Who doesn’t like us?
MD: The servers and everyone.
RM: You can tell?
MD: Yeah, by the merchandise.

RM: Tell us about Molly.
MD: Um, yesterday I was telling one of my clients about Benny and how we were going to get married in about 2 1/2 years when he gets done with school. And Molly was saying how I was going to be a pastor’s wife and have my little church cookbook and be on Oprah with it. And I told Molly how I want to be a rock star and she said they would have me sing and everyone would be screaming. And then Louise, my client said “You can sing? You can come and sing a song at my funeral.” And I asked her how she would be able to enjoy it.

TL: I need money for a swimsuit.
MD: Well, if you’d do your job Mom would pay you for it.
TL: I need the chemical.
MD: Mom, you’re not providing her with the chemical? What kind of enabler are you?

TL: Can you imagine someone walking into a room and saying, ‘it smells like a laptop in here?’
RM: No, I can’t actually imagine that.

MD: Even though, I’m only doing updos today I still wish I didn’t have to go to work. It just puts a big wrinkle in my day.
TL: Are you getting points?
MD: Yup, I’m getting 8 points today.
TL: Are you beating Molly?
MD: Yup, beating her like a rented mule.

MD: Look at my long nail, look at my other one. Look at my worst one.
RM: Aaaaaaah!
TL: Look at my long nails. I’m beating you.
MD: Are you beating me like a redheaded stepchild?
TL: Yeah.

TL: So far there’s been no need for my knife.
RM: You’re just waiting for someone to walk up and attack you so that you can knife them?
TL: Yeah, but you know I’d only use the flat of the blade.Thankfully my knife matches my shirt. It’s a grave thing when your knife doesn’t match your shirt.
RM: I don’t think the world is violent enough for you.
TL: Alas, I fear I shall never reach my violence quota.

RM: Oh my God. Look at that torso hanging from the ceiling.
TL: I saw that. It looks like a Halloween decoration. Why do all the scary words start with M? Macabre, morose.
RM: How about Mom?
MD: Morose isn’t scary.
TL: What’s it mean?
RM: Sad.

RM grabs newspaper, unaware of cup sitting on top of it. Cup falls over. Hot chocolate spills out on MD’s purse
MD: Shi…Mom!
RM: Oops.
Much hastened evacuation of the purse’s contents.
MD: Okay, time to go so I can wash my purse.

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