J: Do you say "flutist" or "flautist"?
E: "Flutist." I think "flautist" sounds too much like "flautas."
J: What are flautas again?
E: They're like skinny burritos, rolled up really tightly and deep fried. You had them once, remember?
J: Oh yeah, at that place. What was it called?
E: Chiquitos.
J: What's Chiquitos?
E: You know, that Mexican chain restaurant. We went to the one in Times Square.
J: I remember the place, but it's not called Chiquitos.
E: Yes it is! I used to have lunch there three times a week when I worked downtown.
J: You're out of your mind. It's not called Chiquitos.
E: You're wrong! I used to eat there three times a week! I know the name!
J: Don't make me go look it up.
E: You don't have to look it up. It's Chiquitos.
[Jen gets out of bed, stomps out to the living room. Sound of typing.]
J: Ha!
E: What?!
J: I told you it wasn't Chiquitos!
E: Huh...?
J: It's Chevy's!
E: No...
J: Yes! It's Chevy's!
E: Oh wow, I totally thought it was Chiquitos.
J: You always think you're right and you're always wrong!
E: Now I want flautas.
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