Do you think we should meet

JOE: Do you ever feel you’ve become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s box of all the secret, hateful parts your arrogance, your spite your condescension has sprung open? Someone provokes you, and instead of smiling and moving on, you zing them? “Hello, it’s Mr. Nasty.“ I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about. KATHLEEN: No, I know what you mean, and I’m completely jealous. What happens to me when I’m provoked is that I get tongue-tied. My mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should’ve said. What should I have said, for example, to the bottom-dweller who recently belittled my existence? Nothing. Nothing. Even now. Even now. Days later. I can’t figure it out. JOE: Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you? Then I’d never behave badly and you could behave badly all the time. And we’d both be happy. On the other hand, I must warn you: When you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.