Jennifer: I could never stop working, because the alternative doesn’t exist. I mean, sure, my ideal is living in a sleepy dream-world filled with engaging movies and sundaes and someone petting my inexplicably clean hair. But since that is not an option in the human world, and I have no illusions that would happen if I quit my job to marry.
Ashley: …So why ask the question?
Jennifer: I just wanted to see if you would volunteer to bundle me up and call me little bird and keep me safe forever. But you didn’t, so, fuck you.
Ashley: Shit. I’m really selfish.
Jennifer: Go read your “books”. Make your “lunch.”
Ashley: Being a modern woman sure is hard. We’ve been cast from our traditional roles into this cold, unfeeling world of… palm pilots? I don’t know. I think if I quit my job completely, I’d probably just get really into weird stuff like breaking obscure Guinness world records or pheasant hunting or finishing my fantasy novel about dragon world plagued by civil war. No one should have limitless free time. It’s bad for the brain. But the first two weeks? Those would be incredible. I think that’s all there is to it.
Jennifer: I would go pheasant hunting with you and call myself “Little Bird.”
Ashley: This is how it starts, Jen. Next thing you know, I’m going to be warming milk for you in the office kitchen and then things are gonna get weird.
Jennifer: I can’t wait to let my limbs atrophy!