passe the sauce

A:
I don't know -- everyone has one. Even that slut over there.

B:
Yeah, they're pretty passe.

A:
Who ever thought they'd become cool?

B:
They're cool now? Did I miss something?

A:
Easy for you to say, you've already got one.

B:
[italics indicating quotation marks made with hand in air]
"Hi, I'm a self absorbed geek"
You think that's easy to admit?

A:
Do you have to answer everything with a question?

B:
What makes you think they're questions?

A:
Tone. You have tone.

B:
There is no tone.

A:
Then why do they sound like questions?

B:
They're categorical stipulations.

A:
You're just fucking with me, aren't you?

B:
Why would I do that? You're fucking with me.

A:
What's it mean?

B:
Weblog.

A:
I always thought it was something dirty. Like "See that slut over there? She's on her blogs."

B:
[chokes]
I'm trying to drink beer here.

A:
Sorry.

B:
No you're not.

A:
Yeah, I'm not.