Last weekend, after we had sex but before we got out of bed to leave for the movies, E.S. and I had the following conversation:
E.S.: So what are you doing for the rest of the day?
FAUSTUS: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go to the movies with a hot guy.
E.S.: Lucky you. I’m going to the movies with some schmuck.
FAUSTUS: Well, you get what you deserve. (E.S. tickles FAUSTUS’s ear, which he knows FAUSTUS hates.) Stop that!
E.S.: You get what you deserve.
FAUSTUS: No, I meant that you get what you deserve.
E.S.: And you get off scot-free, is that it?