LEO: Hi.

MARGOT: Hey.

BRAD: Yo.

LEO: So. We ready?

MARGOT: Mmm-hmm.

BRAD: Yup.

LEO: Neutrals locked and loaded?

MARGOT: Check.

BRAD: Yeah.

LEO: Smile?

MARGOT: I guess.

BRAD: Eh.

MARGOT: Are we all wearing quite ENOUGH different neutrals?

LEO: I count eight.

BRAD: Eight is enough.

MARGOT: My shoes might be nine.

BRAD: We should go for ten.

LEO: I’m too tired to count.

BRAD: WAIT MY HAT MIGHT BE TEN.

LEO: I hope this is our last stop. I’m tired.

MARGOT: And we’ve used up our neutrals.

BRAD: No, there is so much subtlety in neutrals. We can exist in a palette of neutrals and never get bored.

MARGOT: Beg to differ.

LEO: Neutrals are a renewable resource.

MARGOT: ELEVEN.

BRAD: What?

MARGOT: Your beard hair might count as eleven.

BRAD: YES. We are the milquetoast maestros.

LEO: Give that one to Quentin. It’ll make a super sequel to The Hateful Eight.

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