Claudine: Move it a little more … a little more to the left.
Claudette: My left, or your left?
Claudine: Um, his left? Oh wait, he’s left. Smoke break.
Claudette: Goddamn illustrators. Bunch of nicotine fiends.
Claudine: Might as well put it down before you get dizzy from the rubber cement fumes.
[Pattern is if you want it. Thanks to Tammy O. for the suggestion!]