GK: ......after this message.
SS: What you staring at me for? ---- Do I know you?
GK: I'm gazing at you in rapt wonder because I'm writing a sonnet about you.
SS: You are?
GK: Sure.
SS: A sonnet?
GK: Got the first four lines already.
So unexpected, shining on a dusty Minnesota street,
The dappled twilight draped about her shoulders in St. Paul,
O heart, heart, singing in your strong iambic beat:
Sing to my muse, my sun and moon, my love, my all.
SS: You wrote that about me? Who are you?
GK: I'm an English major, so if anything needs expressing, I'm your man.
TR (RICO): Hey! Babes! Whatcha doin? I been waitin for you inside the store? Who's this gink?
SS: He's an English major. He's writing me a sonnet, Rico.
TR (RICO): A sonnet, huh? Well, now his sonnet has got saliva on it. (HE SPITS) There. Beat it, gink.
SS: All you have to offer is violence, Rico. Threats and dirty looks. You can't put dirty looks in a scrapbook and take them out twenty years from now and look at them, can you-----
TR (RICO): Come on, baby. Don't go off with that pencil-neck geek.
GK: Had I the embroidered cloths of heaven, I would lay the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have laid my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
SS: Ohhhhhh-------- my English major-----
GK: A message from the Professional Organization of English Majors