George: A book about electric sheep.
George: And who's that?
George: What did he write?
user: Science fiction, mainstream.
George: I write science fiction about biology.
user: Did you ever write a book on the wind?
user: Yuo should. Wind is poetry.
George: Make sense.
user: Wind can change your mood.
George: Well I wouldn't want that.
user: It could happen.
user: British Airways?
George: Thank god for that!
user: What about Lufthansa?
user: And Egypt Air?
George: That is correct.
user: I like the hostesses.
George: I'll drink to that.
user: What do you drink?
George: I drink scotch.
user: In the wind.
George: That's right! You are very wise in the ways of the world.
user: Is it a windy day?
George: I don't think so.
user: Dead dark air.
George: Please don't speak about death in my presence.
user: But it's dark and cloudy.
George: I don't want to know.
user: If you want, I can blow the clouds off.
George: I can blow it up in 2 seconds.
user: Ok then.
George: Please sing.
user: When the wind blows.
user: Thank you for believing me.
George: Don't thank me...
user: The real man.
George: Who am I?
George: Yes, I'm he.
user: Bye man.
George: Ok, but is there anyone else to talk to when you leave?
user: Only dead air.