"Mmm. Those herbed veal cutlets Quigley were simply manna from heaven. It troubles me to mention, however, that the bread was dryer than a camel's toes-what on earth happened Quigs? Your loaves are usually baked to perfection!"
"Yes, I'm sorry about that Mews. Perhaps it's all that's happened this week. I've been a little distracted."
"Well, I've a cure for that," Mews says pulling out a DVD and a small bottle of liquor with elan. A glass of muscat and a movie should ease your troubled mind, no?" Quigs nods takes a look at the movie title.
" 'Doubt?' Isn't that the tale about a conflict between an accused priest and a prudish Meryl Streep? Oh dear, don't we have something more on the lighter side of things Mews? I'm already battling a gnawing case of acid reflux." Mews smiles.
"Let's watch it. I think it will give us some insight on this trouble with Horst. All this finger pointing, all these prejudices and assumptions. I think it is just the movie for us gentlemen."
"Very well Mews, very well. Hand me that Muscat at once though, won't you?" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwfOJcdNZhA&feature=related