[Does so, looking at Don intently. Is there a point to this conversation? He doesn't think so, but he's waiting for it.]
[Says nothing. Sorts oven parts.]
[Leans against the wall with his arms folded. Just as he thought, no point whatsoever.] You hungry? Maybe we should grab a bite before you start workin'.
[Holds up a metal piece, inspects it more closely.] ........ [Looks up.] Sorry, what?
[Eyeroll.] Stay with me, space cadet. I said you should probably eat something before you start workin'.
[Looks at the dismantled oven.] I feel there is irony here somewhere.
[Chuckles a little.] Like either of us would ever use an oven.
[Smile. Packs up tools and oven parts.] No, food sounds good. What did you have in mind?
[Shrugs.] You pick.
[A look that says "You should know better".] Raph, if left to my own devices right now, I would forget to eat for the next twenty-four hours.
I know, that's why I'm tellin' ya. Just pick something before I just start raiding whatever moldy shit is left in the fridge.
[Nervous glance at the fridge.]
What? What's that look?
We really are incapable, aren't we.
No, we're doin' fine. We just gotta remember to...do the other chores too, I guess.
What's the last thing YOU ate, Raph?
Uh...a sandwich. This morning.
Really. [Impressed.]
Yeah. That's when I saw the stuff was gross in the fridge.
... And were you motivated to do anything about this?
[Apprehensive look.] You know how I feel about throwin' away food.
It's not food anymore, Raph.
Some of it's still good! I could eat it no problem.
... Please don't do that.
Except for maybe the strawberries. That stuff is alive or some shit.
[Stands up, playfully backhands Raph on his plastron.] Come on. Let's go get something that isn't breeding. My treat.
Your treat? Says the turtle who doesn't got a job in a land with no money.
Exactly.
Moron.
You fail to grasp the local economy, brother mine.
Yeah, 'cause there is none. People just do what they want when they're bored. I got no idea how that's still workin'. ... Anyways. Does this mean you're gonna pick?
Ah, Raph. [Puts his arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the kitchen.] Let's get food.
[Is led.] Okay, okay. Just tell me where we're goin'.
[Leaves his toolbox on the floor by the front door as they go out.] You'll find out when we get there.
In the apartment part 2
[Says nothing. Sorts oven parts.]
[Leans against the wall with his arms folded. Just as he thought, no point whatsoever.] You hungry? Maybe we should grab a bite before you start workin'.
[Holds up a metal piece, inspects it more closely.] ........ [Looks up.] Sorry, what?
[Eyeroll.] Stay with me, space cadet. I said you should probably eat something before you start workin'.
[Looks at the dismantled oven.] I feel there is irony here somewhere.
[Chuckles a little.] Like either of us would ever use an oven.
[Smile. Packs up tools and oven parts.] No, food sounds good. What did you have in mind?
[Shrugs.] You pick.
[A look that says "You should know better".] Raph, if left to my own devices right now, I would forget to eat for the next twenty-four hours.
I know, that's why I'm tellin' ya. Just pick something before I just start raiding whatever moldy shit is left in the fridge.
[Nervous glance at the fridge.]
What? What's that look?
We really are incapable, aren't we.
No, we're doin' fine. We just gotta remember to...do the other chores too, I guess.
What's the last thing YOU ate, Raph?
Uh...a sandwich. This morning.
Really. [Impressed.]
Yeah. That's when I saw the stuff was gross in the fridge.
... And were you motivated to do anything about this?
[Apprehensive look.] You know how I feel about throwin' away food.
It's not food anymore, Raph.
Some of it's still good! I could eat it no problem.
... Please don't do that.
Except for maybe the strawberries. That stuff is alive or some shit.
[Stands up, playfully backhands Raph on his plastron.] Come on. Let's go get something that isn't breeding. My treat.
Your treat? Says the turtle who doesn't got a job in a land with no money.
Exactly.
Moron.
You fail to grasp the local economy, brother mine.
Yeah, 'cause there is none. People just do what they want when they're bored. I got no idea how that's still workin'. ... Anyways. Does this mean you're gonna pick?
Ah, Raph. [Puts his arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the kitchen.] Let's get food.
[Is led.] Okay, okay. Just tell me where we're goin'.
[Leaves his toolbox on the floor by the front door as they go out.] You'll find out when we get there.