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[balletrat]

So Cooper says that every man has a secret longing to be Humphrey Bogart, *Meg announces, flopping backwards onto the bed as Andrew heads over to the DVD player.*

Is it true?

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[stilljustandrew]

... Probably the latter. I dunno if I'd count on Rick Blaine.

But I like him.

[balletrat]

- that doesn't answer my question, though, *Meg says, with a sudden sly look.*

About whether you want to be him or not.

[stilljustandrew]

...No, you asked if I wanted to be Humphrey Bogart.

Different question.

[balletrat]

*Reasonably:* Well, before I saw the movie I didn't know the difference.

[stilljustandrew]

Maybe you still don't. I should show you some more Humphrey Bogart.

[balletrat]

- so is this what they call 'avoiding the question'? Just to be clear.

[stilljustandrew]

...maybe.

*Andrew points across the room.*

Hey, look, a blue bunny!

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles.*

- I think we've already been over how much more of a distraction you need in Milliways than an oddly colored bunny.

[stilljustandrew]

You're right.

*He points again.*

Look, a blue bunny that's on FIRE! And ... singing!

[balletrat]

*Serenely:* Singing demons are your job.

[stilljustandrew]

I can't think of any emergencies for your job, though.

-- Look, a giant thermos full of Satanic coffee!

[balletrat]

. . . that one, *Meg allows,* might do the trick.

[stilljustandrew]

*He grins.*

So ... I was thinking if we're doing classic movies, the next one I should show you is Jaws.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks at him, and puts a rather puzzled hand up to her chin.*

- a film about mouths?

[stilljustandrew]

*snerk*

Not exactly. It's about a great white shark....