"OK, Osbert. When are you going to admit it?"
"Where are we being admitted? Do I need a ticket?"
"Darling, you are an exasperating bastard, but I love you. When will you abandon your male ego and admit you are lost?"
"When I'm lost, I suppose. Is there a reason for this conversation?"
"Only that we have been driving through the same landscape for half of eternity by now. If we have a destination shouldn't we have found our destiny by this time?"
"I suppose it must be your circumscribed upbringing that's at fault."
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