EE: "This one's worse than the last. It's like reading a kidney bean sandwich. On stale rye."
GE: "You just picked it up, EE. You didn't even have time to read the first sentence."
EE: "I would have, GE, if the first sentence had actually been a sentence."
GE: "I always read at least three chapters. It's the least I can do after a writer puts her faith in me."
EE: "Interesting. I seldom read past the third sentence. I wonder which of us ends up buying more manuscripts from the slush."
GE: "I've never actually bought one, but--"
EE: "Me neither."
GE: "Still, I wouldn't want the next Grisham to slip through the cracks, like dental floss between Terry Thomas's central incisors."
EE: "If only Grisham had slipped through the cracks."
GE: "Besides EE, after reading a few chapters I can offer the author the benefit of my advice, make them a better writer, even a better person."
EE: "GE, you bring good things to life. The only advice I wanna hand out is to drop the writing and become a veterinarian. That's where the money is. Guess what I paid to have my weredingo's teeth cleaned last week."
GE: "A thousand dollars."
EE: "I wish. I shoulda let 'em rot. He never chews anything anyway. Food flows down his throat like water onto the faces of the CIA's torture victims."
GE: "There's that tingly feeling I had right before I was transported to your office. Looks like I'm about to be sent back."
EE, GE: "Thank God."