ELLEN: "What do you do?"
TRISH: "I read."
ELLEN: Ok, so do I.
TRISH: "I mean I read kinda fast. You know, like yeah."
ELLEN: "Oh, you read, that's your, your ..."
TRISH: "I read, that's my talent"
ELLEN: "But what do you do for a living?"
TRISH: "Oh, I'm a, I'm a waitress"
ELLEN: "Uh huh, ok"
TRISH: "In Sherman Oaks"
ELLEN: "Ok, alright.... God you're... You're so, happy aren't you."
TRISH: "Youre so pretty, it's like looking in a mirror."
ELLEN: "Uh, yeah, yeah"
TRISH: "Not because your pretty, because your blonde.... I'm really happy."
ELLEN: "Wow... your fantastic. Alright, Um"
TRISH: Reaching over touching Ellens arm... "I shouldn't touch you."
ELLEN: "You're gonna read really fast?"
TRISH: Yeah, I need a book or something though."
ELLEN: "Ok, I have a... I have a... oh, theres my book right there. Ok, you can read my book."
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