(At a used record store in Philly. She’s behind the counter.)
MAN: I can’t believe he gave you poetry.
WOMAN: Like a whole book of poetry.
MAN: Wait…that he wrote?
WOMAN: No, no. In a book. He gave me a whole bunch of things.
MAN: Still…
WOMAN: Then I found…I don’t know if I should…
MAN: What?
WOMAN: He gave me this too.
MAN: Wha…? Holy… HA! He gave you that?
WOMAN: Totally.
MAN: Oh my God! That’s disgusting.
WOMAN: Look at this part.
MAN: OH MY GOD!
WOMAN: I know, right?
MAN: I would feel weird just carrying that around!
WOMAN: It is weird. But it’s totally not weird if you know him.
MAN: That’s not weird??? That’s totally weird!
WOMAN: No, it IS weird. I’m saying… if anyone else gave me this, I’d be like… but he’s so funny that I just didn’t take it seriously. Like if Terry gave it to me –
MAN: Now HE is weird.
WOMAN: Totally fucking weird. I mean I like him. He’s cool. I would totally hang out with him. But if he gave me this that would be TOTALLY weird.
MAN: You should put it on display in the store.
WOMAN: I know, right?
MAN: Can you imagine? Kate comes down one day –
WOMAN: Oh my God.
MAN: There’s, like, a whole bunch of them on a table in the center of the store.
WOMAN: HAHAHA! Holy. Shit.
MAN: So are you gonna keep it?
WOMAN: God, no.
MAN: What are you going to do with it?
WOMAN: I’ll probably trade it to Sticky Steve.
David Lee White 
Sticky Steve? HA! And WHAT WAS IT??
“I’ll probably trade it to Sticky Steve.” Best. Line. Ever.