Josef and Julia, Part 2

2002-09-12 || 9:46 p.m.

Julia: Hey, Josef, why all black?

Josef: Why do you think?

Julia: Someone's sullen today. How on earth should I know why you've decided to prance about in all black? You think you're goth, or something?

Josef: Of course not, toots. I'm avantgarde.

Julia: Avantgarde people don't say "toots", you pathetic poseur. Why do you think you can suddenly become avantgarde by wearing all black?

Josef: It's what avantgarde people do.

Julia: Get it through your beret: being avantgarde is more than about the look. It's an essence of who you are.

Josef: You're so cute when you're idealistic.

Julia: Rrrr...

Josef: Trust me, it's the look.

Julia: The avantgarde types are cynics who say that all standard forms of art and expression have become devoid of meaning. And so they seek new art forms.

Josef: [Cuts her off] Which is reflected in their clothing.

Julia: It's people like you who drive them to what they do. Are you truly so shallow as to think you can be a part of this movement just by playing dress-up? ... [!] ... Oh, no... You're not...

Josef: Yes, I am.

Julia: What did they ever do to you?

Josef: They vex me.

Julia: And because they make you mildly peevish, you're going to destroy their movement?!

Josef: [snap, snapsnap, snap, snap] Bravo, Julia.

Julia: You're an evil little man.

Josef: Don't get all testy about it, baby.

Julia: Keep that up and you'll be in black and blue.