Fran: I remember when Goldie died, may she rest in peace.
Maxwell: Your grandmother?
Fran: My goldfish.
Maxwell: Goldie the goldfish. Clever. You should write.
Fran: I loved her so. And there she was one day belly-up in her bowl, her little body just covered in ick. We gave her a 21-flush salute.
Maxwell: Lovely tribute.
Fran: No. She just wouldn't go down.
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