Poetess : I am working with weird people.
Narrator : they are crazy,
Stay away from those people.
Poetess : I wanted to write something else about them,
And now I am thinking, why?
Narrator: ...may be they are idiots.
Inner voice : I hope I will not be compared.
Narrator : having "idiot dream" is not being idiot.
Inner voice : one million is a dream of every idiot. .
Grandma W.: I got married at 18, now I am 94..
How long have I been married?
Grandpa W: let's count.
(Everyone is counting).
Poetess : 18+80 =98..
Mom: .. hm..
