Bob: Come on. How was your ?
Malcolm: Oh, the FBI interview with Dennis Race.
Bob: Ya how was it?
Malcolm: Oh ya.
Bob: Why what happened?
Malcolm: Let's see, (thinking) how shall I put this.
Bob: Just put it.
Malcolm: He took it out.
Bob: (confused) He what?
Malcolm: He took (blows on her glasses twice to clean them) it out.
Bob: He took what out?
Bob: He took It, Out?
Malcolm: Yessiree, Bob.
Bob: He couldn't.
Malcolm: He did.
Bob: (motions of making out) Well you were involved in some sort of discussion about Freedman's lack of fit
Bob: You mean he just
Bob: Are you sure?
Malcolm: Oh quite.
Bob: There was no mistaking it?
Malcolm: (looks straight into his eyes) Bob.
Bob: So you were talking, (Malcolm makes an agreement sound "mmm") you're having pleasant conversation, (Malcolm makes an agreement sound "mmm") then all of sudden...
Bob: Well I, I can't believe this. I know Dennis Race, he, he's a good friend of mine. We played softball together years ago. How could this be?
Malcolm: Oh it be. (sarcastically) You got any other graduates of Fenn College you want to set me up with?