Reed: Cut.

Me: Reed! Did you just cut me?

Reed (Guilty look): No.

Me: Then why were you pointing at me?

Reed: I was cutting the wall.

Me: And I was just in the way?

Reed: Yeah!

Me: But you didn’t cut me. Not at all?

Reed: Not at all.

Me: Okay… I love you.

Reed: I love you.

Me: No, Reed. I was talking to the chair.

Pause.

Reed: I was talking to the wall.