- Can you see?

- No.  Wait, I think I see a—No.  No...I don't think so. 

- Let me help.   I'll give you a lift. 

- Yea, help me up there.

- You think it'll hold?

- I'm not sure.  Here, let's buttress this bitch.

- How?

- Move back a little.

- Here?

- No, a couple more lines.

- What do you think?  

- Not much.  Go down one more.

- Here?

- All right, let's try it.

- Anything?

- The same.

- Ah, that's no good.

- It's no use....

- Ungood.

- It's as it should be, I guess.  Help me back down, Today....(both sigh, resigned)

- What do you think he's doing over there?

- No point thinking about something I can't control, is there?

- He's probably kissing your poems.

- (sigh)

- Touching her ellipses.

- It's not my ellipsis.

- I know, it's everybody's.

- Knock it off.

- You're right...I'm better than that...

- No, you're not.

- We're better than that.