The Brake

Jean Pierre: I'm trying something radical.
Marina: What's that?
Jean Pierre: I've decided to paint in pencil.
Marina: That smells like desperation.
Jean Pierre: No, it doesn't. It smells of lead.
Marina: And that....All artist's are temperamental, so go ahead.
Jean Pierre: I once had a tip from a felt tip merchant.
Marina: What was that?
Jean Pierre: Don't use felt tips.
Marina: What name?
Jean Pierre: Laurie Clews.
Marina: Can't say I know the name, or want to.
Jean Pierre: Anyway, the moral was. Find your own style!
Marina: Your style seems to have no style at all. You change it everyday.
Jean Pierre: Its miscellaneos or serendipitos.
Matilda: Or misleading and supercillios.
Jean Pierre: What does that mean?
Marina: I don't know, but it sounded good.
Jean Pierre: That or super silly.
Marina: Hmm. You need a break. Daddy's yacht is free for the weekend. We can ride there
from Coolclouds. You can take Old Milton and I'll take Tigre The Second.
Jean Pierre: Obviosly.
Marina: So, its a date then?
Jean Pierre: A DATE?
Marina: I, I mean a date for your gaining inspiration whilst lying on board...with me...er, not
together.
Jean Pierre: Of course. I knew you didn't mean...
Marina: Unless you wanted to paint my eyes.
Jean Pierre: Sorry, you whispered. I couldn't hear.
Marina: Unless you wanted to paint THE SKIES.
Jean Pierre: Oh....I think they can wait another day.
Marina: Yes, indeed. Things will HAVE to wait another day.