Steven: I thought we’d do three chapters a day until we finish.
Stewart: How many chapters are there?
Steven: There are eight books.
Stewart: Eight sections?
Steven: Yes.
Stewart: Why can’t you just say sections?
Steven: Because she calls them books.
Stewart: Who does?
Steven: George Eliot.
Stewart: Why did you call George Eliot she?
Steven: Because George Eliot is a woma–
Stewart: Oh. Is George Eliot a woman, Steven?
Steven: Stop fucking with me.
Stewart: I told you that George Eliot was a woman and you didn’t believe me.
Steven: That’s not true. I believed you.
Stewart: Sure you did.
Steven: Anyway…three chapters a day?
Stewart: Or you could just read it all.
Steven: Come on, man. It’s not enough for me to get into a good college, you’ve got to get in to.
Stewart: I won’t go to an Ivy.
Steven: Fuck you.
Stewart: I don’t want to be part of a system that perpetuates class distinctions.
Steven: It was probably a Harvard professor who came up with that.
Stewart: Yeah, no one in Europe has ever talked about class distinctions before.
Steven: You know what I mean.
Stewart: And what about traveling?
Steven: We can travel later.
Stewart: Later? We’ve only got three kidneys. The clock’s ticking, Steven.
Steven: Are you going to do the reading or not.
Stewart: Why don’t you do that thing where you dream it and I remember it.
Steven: Why don’t you take some responsibility for once?
Stewart: Why don’t you stop wetting the bed?
Steven: One time, I did that one time! I was drunk.
Stewart: We were drunk.
