Scenes from Packing

[cimorene]

waxjism: Where's my passport?
cimorene: I don't know. Not with mine.
waxjism: Where was yours?
cimorene: In a special place I have there.
waxjism: Oh. [pause] There's so much shit here that's not my passport. I'm just going to keep throwing your stuff on the floor till I find my passport.
cimorene: But most of the stuff on that shelf is yours.
waxjism: Yeah, but the stuff I'm throwing on the floor is yours.
cimorene: Oh.
[later]
waxjism: Where's the Nokia backpack? It's not in any of the bedroom shelves. It's not in the hall closet. It's not in any of the places it usually is!
cimorene: Really, you can't find it? [Enters the bedroom. Kneels in front of the shelf where she has always kept all the backpacks in the house. Picks up a couple of tshirts and pulls out the backpack in question.]
waxjism: It's - oh, it's there! I did lift stuff.
cimorene: You didn't lift stuff.
waxjism: I did. Just not that stuff. Oh look, it's my passport!
cimorene: Handy!
waxjism: Oh look, it's my watch! I guess I haven't used that since last year!