She: “Come to lunch!”
He: “OK …”
She: “… um … are you working?”
He: “Yes.”
She: “Well, you could have told me that you were too busy to stop for lunch right now.”
He: “I could have, but I didn’t. No point in putting lunch off, but I also don’t wish to break my train of thought.”
She: “So instead, you’re going to let your train roll right over me!”
He: “Bah. You know that’s not how I roll.”
She: “Prove it. What’s so important that you can’t break for lunch and talk to me?”
He: “Levo-asparagine.”
She: ” … uh, whut?”
He: “Levo-asparagine. It’s an amino acid.”
She: “Right. I thought you said ‘levitate asparagus’. I don’t know how to levitate asparagus.”
He: “They found the amino acid in asparagus. So they called it asparagine. And …
She: “Never heard of Aspara Jeans.”
He: “[…] And it comes in two flavors, left and right.”
She: “Left and right aren’t flavors!”
He: “Why not? Up and down are. So are charm and strange.”
She: “Flavors of what?”
He: “Quarks.”
She: “Quirks?”
He: “Quarks. Elementalpartically, my dear Watson.”
She: “Too bad. Because ‘quirks’ would have fit so nicely. Have I told you lately that you scientists are weird?”
He: “Well, if the physicists can talk about their things having flavors, then so can I talk about my things having flavors. And you care. Really.”
She: “Yes?”
He: “Yes. Because the ‘left’ flavors make up all the proteins in your body. The ‘right’ flavors will kill you.”
She: “So how can anyone be right-handed and live?”
He: “Don’t go there. Just. Don’t. Go. There.”