[Almost lunch. Clouds proceed across the sky. Trainyards across the nation are busy. Palinode (that's me) phones Schmutzie (that's her).]
Palinode: I'm stuck in one of those agonies of indecision.
Palinode: I don't know what to eat for lunch.
Schmutzie: Have something with fruit.
Palinode: In that case I'll have a pie for lunch.
Schmutzie: A whole pie?
Schmutzie: A fruit pie?
Palinode: A lunch pie.
Schmutzie: There's no such thing.
Palinode: It's just like a regular pie, but people stare at you in horror.