Jill: Last night I dreamed that Mr. Darcy and Brad Pitt were dueling for my affections.
Jill: I know, I know, judge later – just go with me here.
Lill: *Sigh* K, what happened?
Jill: Darcy seemed to have better fencing skills, but Brad had better thighs.
Lill: So who won?
Jill: I don’t know, I was staring at the thighs, and then Jemima Rooper punched me.
Lill: She would too.
Jill: When I came to I was alone.
Lill: Thighs gone too?
Lill: Hmm…wanna go watch the national team rowers practice after work?
Jill: Yes please.