Stormy Weather

Day two of solitary confinement for BJ and Lily...

LILY: ..and so when polynominals are homogenous, we come to a non-zero conclusion--

BJ: OMG, do you hear that? Thunder!

LILY: Big deal. Now, as I was saying, the Chevalley-Warning theorem--

BJ: Ooh, I just saw a flash. Lightning!

LILY (sighing): One, two, three--

BJ: Holy cow's milk! What a boom!

LILY: It's close.

BJ: Did you feel the earth move, Lily? I'm going to my room. Be lying under my pillow, if you need me.

LILY: Scaredy cat.


Later...

BJ: I don't know why you got so worked up over this morning's storms, Lily. You need some good old-fashioned desensitisation. Next time there's a storm, let's try to scratch our way outside and frolic in the rain.

LILY: That's it--no more Dr. Phil for you.

BJ: Fine. I don't trust him anymore, not since Oprah started distancing herself from him. You know, New Idea claims she's unimpressed by his public pledge to save Britney.

LILY: Someone's at the door.

BJ (whispering): Whoever it is, they've got a key. They're in!

LILY: Who the heck are you?

BJ: Lily, please don't hiss. It's V from next door. She's here to feed us. You have to be nice to her.

LILY: Oh, her. She reeks of that awful little cat Possum, but she's OK. I let her groom me with a brush last time. I just hope she didn't bring those weird toy mice. I mean, who ever heard of a yellow mouse?

BJ: Disney?

LILY: You watch far too much TV now that you're not scared of explosions and booms.

BJ: What are you doing? You can't climb into the pantry!

LILY: Watch me, buddy. I'm making sure she gets me a packet of tuna. Oh, goody! BJ, see those Lindt Gold Bunnies and the bottle of wine on the counter? Give 'em to her. I think she's earned them.