If you stopped fucking around with books, Mr. Literate, you might actually get to know a warm form or two.

[This is what they call shooting the shit, all in good humor despite the underlying need to hide what can't be aired out in public. Of course, this includes the wife talk too, didn't Pink hear Joe lay out the rules? And if he's the kind of guy to say fuck the rules--which Freddy knows he kind of is--then Mr. Orange can fondle whatever the hell he wants until he's reunited with a wife who doesn't even exist. That's his secret. Now he turns his attention to Larry.]

Prancing Pony, really? Are we still playin' the metaphor game? [He sips his beer, not about to call White a stallion where Pink can hear him.]