"It was Abu Ghraib.  They were torturing prisoners with Barney at Abu Ghraib, not Guantanamo."
"No, I'm pretty sure it was at Gitmo too.  They were using Barney at Gitmo as well."
"Really?  I only heard about the reports of it happening in Iraq.  Still, it's probably worse for the Iraqis because they don't know the song.  It would just be awful noise non-stop around their heads."
"I don't know.  I think it would be worse if you actually knew the song.  If you didn't understand it, you could just ignore it."
"I suppose that's true.  It's still pretty fucked up though."
"They were waterboarding at Guantanamo, which is a lot worse."
"True that.  Meanwhile, this is depressing.  I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going home."


Two women stepping onto a train.  The first unlatches the open door so that it closes on the second.  The second re-latches the door...
"That was unnecessary."
"Excuse me, could you please close that door?  I closed it for a reason."
"Excuse me, you just closed that door in my face.  I was right behind you."


"She told me she loved me last night, on the phone."
"Really?  That's wonderful!  No wonder you are so happy today."
"Yes.  She's starring in a porno on the weekend.  She'll be all over the net."
"Liar."
"No, I'm serious.  It's fantastic!"

The young woman to the Cityrail bus driver...
"Is this the all stations?"
"I hope so."
"You hope so?  I hope so."
"I'm from the North Shore, so I've got no idea.  We might get lost, do you fancy going for an adventure?"
"I wouldn't mind an adventure."
"Well, if you don't mind a detour to Perth, hop on."


"I got attacked by a huge bat on the way down here."
"Bullshit."
"I'm serious!  I think he didn't like my music.  I had it full ball so he could probably hear it across the street.  Poor guy, it was probably playing a frequency that hurt his ears."


Two young women on the train...
"Oh, you're on your greens?  It's going to take me ages to get my greens."
"Oh, are you still on your reds?"
"Yeah, it sucks."
"Nah, it's good.  You look younger on your reds."


"I paint doors.  I'm painting these ones all white.  It's a lovely colour.  Quite uplifting really."


As she creeps up to his bedroom door...
"God dammit, come on!  What the fuck?"
"Knock knock."
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"I'm lol'ing at your angry gaming."


"God, I need a drink.  Where's my water?"
"Thirsty much?"
"Yeah, I smoked weed for the first time in nine months last night.  It was fantastic, but, gosh, so intense."


The salesgirl to the elderly gentleman...
"Are you having a good day today, Sir?"
"I'm a stroke survivor, love.  Every day is a good day."