A Conversation

A Conversation, written as a dialogue exercise.

"You know, there is nothing better than a glazed ham."
"Uhm-hmm."
"I mean, with it's outer part cut into little squares and a sweet pineapple sauce. Nothing better. Nothing."
"Mmm."
"With it's juices oozing out, salty and sweet. Yum. I'm making myself die here."
"Wait, what? You want to die?!"
"Huh? No, I mean I want the juicy ham--"
"Are you thinking about food again, because if you are, I don't want to hear it. Talking about it will only make you crave--"
"I am hurt."
"What?"
"I am hurt. Hurt."
"Why? What are your feelings? Describe them."
"Aw, cut the crap. I don't need any of your psycho therapy."
"All I'm trying to do is find out why you're hurt."
"Well, maybe if you'd actually listen, you would already know."
"Is, is...."
"I don't fall for the phony tears any more."
"DO THESE LOOK LIKE FAKE TEARS TO YOU? Huh, do they?"
"I dunno. You're so moody lately... Stop rolling your eyes."
"Then you stop telling me what to do."
"Look whose talk--"
"Don't interrupt me! I feel anger. And resentment. Towards you. I need support right now. I'm going through hard times."
"PMS? Huh? Your period? Uh, talk to me?"
"I'm not answering such idiotic questions, okay?"
"Hunh. That means yes."
"I heard that!"