Saturday.
"Psssst! Hey, honey"
"Uh... Yawn! What time is it?"
"Six o'clock, please wake up"
"Six o'clock? Uh, you're crazy, it's still dark"
"I check the wheather forecast. There are tons of snow. Let's jump in the car and go snowboarding"
"Uh... I'm tired as a horse"
"Please, you lazy darling, we planned to do"
"We planned before getting drunk as a skunk at the party. Your breath smells like a barrel of gin"
"I'm going. I shall"
"I beg you. Let me sleep just half an hour more"
"Half an hour? Ok. I'm making some chess moves in the meanwhile"
"Uh, that's a reasonable thing. [whispering]: you damned maniac"
