Gretta: I told you, I write songs from time to time.
Dan: What do you write them for?
Gretta: What do you mean what for? For my pleasure. And for my cat.
Dan: Oh really? Does he like them?
Gretta: She. Yes, she seems to.
Dan: How do you know?
Gretta: Because she purrs.
Dan: Maybe she’s booing.
Gretta: No, she purrs at Leonard Cohen, too, and she has very good taste.
Dan: Maybe she’s fucking with you.