Hello, hello
Eighth floor?
New floor, huh?
Not your usual floor?
Aren't you Jenny from Floor Five?
No?
Oh well--never mind then.
Eighth, it is
Better off you're not Jenny
Then you'd be a tramp
Asked her out for dinner
She said 'No'
You know why?
Because she's a tramp
Tramps don't eat
That's what you find
They want to get right to the board games
If you catch my drift
Scrabble, Monopoly, Shoots and Ladders
Dirty, that girl is
Just dirty
You're sort of a prettier version of her
Except for that right eye of yours
Other than that you'd beat her in a pageant hands down
Plus I bet you don't go playing Trivial Pursuit
With every guy on Floor Five, now do you?
Or I suppose it would be Floor Eight, in your case and--
Ah well, here we are
No, no, I'm going back down
I'm on my break
Riding the elevator relaxes me
. . . . .
Oh going down?
Careful saying that to a fellow on his break!
Hahaha that's me, I'm on break
And I was referring to making love
Love in an elevator, as they say
They being Aerosmith
Do you suppose they ever really did make love in an elevator?
Risky, that is
More so than love in a car or love in a plane bathroom or even love in a department store changing room
I could get risky, I suppose
But not without a few drinks
Of course, I've had a few drinks now
So I suppose now would be the time to get risky
If one wanted to get...risky
One being a woman
I enjoy women
One woman
One woman at a time, please
Hahaha
Unless of course you're a little more adventurous
Which I suppose you would be
Because we'd be making love in a--
Oh, here we are
Well, uh, enjoy the, uh...lobby!
. . . . .
Going up, huh?
Excellent
We can do that
We can certainly do that
Press a button
Up you go
Lovely perfume you're wearing
Smells a bit like an apple tree
Not the tree itself
Not the bark
But the actual, you know, apples
On the tree
Love a good apple
They're out of season, I think
So I guess that means your price has gone up!
Hahaha
That wasn't a joke meant to indicate that you were a prostitute
If that was what you were thinking
I would never call anybody a prostitute unless I had good reason
Like Jenny from Floor Eight
She's a prostitute
Absolutely
You what?
Oh right, you're going to Floor Eight
Do you know Jenny?
Ohhh I see
I wasn't aware she was--
And you're her--
Ohhh
A little office place homosexual romance, huh?
Well, good for you two
That certainly explains why she rejected me a few months ago
Well, now I take back what I said about her being a whore
And a tramp
And a prostitute
And that also explains why you're wearing such ugly shoes!
Well, why should you have to wear nice shoes?
It's not like you're trying to impress a man
Or anybody for that matter really
You've got Old Jenny!
Not that's she old
More like Good Ole Jenny!
Without the Ole
Good Jenny, you should call her
She's just...a doll
Tell her I said 'Hello' will you?
Tell her Martin says he's happy she's a lesbian
I'm just thrilled about it!
Have a lovely day!
. . . . .
What floor, please?
'Right to the bottom,' you say?
Well, I think we both know where this is going...
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