ID: Zombie Relations

Bob: "Velma, may I be frank with you?"

Martha: "You are what you eat, Bob."

Velma: "You ate Frank?!"

Bob: "Oh, gosh, no! Thanks, Martha."

Martha: "Sorry. Velma, it was a diffferent Frank, not our Frank."

Velma: "Oh, heavens, you put such a fright into me."

Bob: "This Frank that I ate put up such a fuss, with much kicking and screaming.

Martha: "That certainly isn't our Frank, is it."

Velma: "No, certainly not."

Bob: "When the Dallas Cowboys fumbled that ball, the most we got out of him was a twitch and a moan."

Martha: "If that didn't elicit kicking and screaming, I don't know what would."

Velma: "So, you were going to be Frank?"

Bob: "What I mean was I'm going to be candid."

Martha: "Oh, please, be candid. We are all friends here."

Velma: "That remains to be seen."

Bob: "I'm leaving you Velma."

Martha: "With me."

Velma: "That's fine. I mean, we are zombies. It isn't like we have any semblence of human emotions anymore, right?"

Bob: "Okay. I just wanted to be fair and keep you in the loop."

Martha: "Bye, Velma."

Velma: "Bye, you two."