"How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice." – A lame pick up line
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"Favourite colour?"
"Wha– turquoise, I suppose."
"Favourite music artist?"
"Ed Sheeran. Why're you asking me this?"
"It's a survey thingy. Favourite food?"
"Spicy chicken wings. How many people have you asked so far?"
"Just you and the Twist boy. Couldn't get hold of Penelope."
"The Twist boy?"
"Makes me sound like an evil genius, doesn't it?"
"No, it makes you sound like a dingbat with a chipmunk voice."
"Why turquoise?"
"It's a majestic colour. The colour of sea foam. Sophistication. The blueish hue of snow. What'd you think I liked?"
"I don't know, maybe red. You're kind of bloodthirsty."
"Oi! I'm not a vampire!"
"How do I know you don't sparkle?"
"Oh, I don't sparkle, honey. I glow."
"To-may-to, to-mah-to. Same thing."
"Ugh, what's your favourite colour, then?"
"Indigo. The colour of blackberry ice cream. Intuition. The ink of the night sky."
"Why, aren't you a cute little poet?"
"Little? I'm five foot eight and a half!"
"I'm five foot two, but you're a munchkin in my eyes either way."
"I'm not a munchkin!"
"You saying that confirms you are one."
"You're so insufferable."
"You're also a dingbat."
"Way to boost my self-esteem. Is there such thing as an attractive dingbat?"
"I'm talking to one, aren't I?"