Blood Containers

Waitress: Are you guys brothers?

Richard: No.

Nic: There's a lady at work who thought we were brothers also.

Richard: Why do you think we're related?

Waitress: Well, you guys kind of look alike.

Richard: Really?

Waitress: Well, I mean, he has long hair and you have short hair, and your eyes... Like you [to Nic] have sort of greenish grayish eyes, and you [to Richard] have kind of blueish... I don't know.

Richard: So blue eyes and green eyes mean we're related?

Waitress: Well... no... but you kind of look alike.

Are you guys like best friends?

In Unison: No.

Nic: I mean we ARE friends.

Waitress: Just not best.

Richard: I don't really know what that means.

Nic: Same.

Waitress: But there's not blood between you.

Richard: I have blood!

Nic: I keep mine in my body!

Richard: I keep my in my body, too!

Waitress: That's where I keep mine!

Nic: We've got a lot in common!