Jack and Jill # 6

Jack: I want to watch the game, Jill.

Jill: Sure, right after this movie is finished.

Jack: The game will be over by then.

Jill: Big Deal?! You can watch the highlights later.

Jack: Highlights don’t have the thrill of a live game.

Jill: Sure they have. Why not?

Jack: Because I would know the result by then.

Jill: Then don’t watch the news before you watch highlights. Problem solved?

Jack: Do you know what are you holding on to?

Jill: Remote Control?

Jack: Well, let’s call it Remote-out of my-Control. *surrenders*

Jack and Jill # 5

Jill: Do you think I need a new haircut?

Jack: Why? This one is cute. Suits you.

Jill: So, you are saying, the new one will not suit me?

Jack: I am not saying that. I am just saying this one suits you.

Jill: Well, the new one can suit too. Can’t it?

Jack: Of course, it can. And It Will. Go and get a new one. Ok?

Jill: Why? You don’t like this one?

Jack: *stares*

Jill: What??? *rolls eyes*

Jack: *sighs* Nothing!

Jack and Jill # 4

Jill: I found a stain on your shirt. I bet that’s lipstick. Whose is it?

Jack: It must be yours.

Jill: That’s not my shade.

Jack: Then it must not be lipstick.

Jill: Are you sure?

Jack: As sure as you are of it not being your shade. Where’s the stain anyway?

Jill: Near the pocket.

Jack: Oh!!! Come on, Jill. You and your false alarms. My pen had leaked.

Jill: Oh, Yes!!!! That makes more sense.

Jack: And anyway, an affair with someone who wears blue lipstick? Really!!?

Jack and Jill # 3

Jill: I bet you can’t lose even a kilo off this belly of yours.

Jack: Oh, really?

Jill: Yes, REALLY.

Jack: What if I can?

Jill: You cannot. You just can NOT.

Jack: Ok I hear you. But what if I do?

Jill: Well, in that case, you’ll get anything you ask of me.

Jack: Ok. One Extra Cheese Large Margherita Pizza.

Jack and Jill # 2

Jack: I’m home, honey. Where are you?

Jill: Here, in the kitchen.

Jack: What are you doing? Come here. We need to talk.

Jill: I’m chopping; wait, I’m coming.

Jack: Actually you know what? Never mind.

Jill: What? Tell me.

Jack: Nothing.

Jill: What is it?

Jack: It is something that I should not be telling you while you’ve a knife in your hand.



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