Not so much a conversation as an observation:
Ryan walks into the living room. I'm at the end of The Time Traveller's Wife. Which, by the way, I have seen before and I knew what was coming, but still....
R: Looks at me with a blank expression. "What's wrong with you? You're a messasaurus."
K: A messasaurus?
R: Yes because you are crying and you left a mess of ice cream all over the counter.
How creative Ryan....
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