Lost (in Translation)
Bob: Hi, Lydia.
Lydia: Is this a bad time?
Bob: No, it’s always a good time.
Lydia: Look, um, your burgundy carpet isn’t in stock. It’s gonna take weeks. Did you like any of the other colors?
Bob: Whatever you like. I-I’m completely lost.
Lydia: [ Sighs ] It’s just carpet.
Bob: That’s not what I’m talking about.
Lydia: What are you talking about?
Bob: [ Sighs ] I don’t know. I just want to get healthy. You know, I want to take better care of myself. I would like to start eating healthier. I don’t want all that pasta.
Bob: I would like to start eating, like, Japanese food.
Lydia: Well, why don’t you just stay there, and you can have it every day?
Bob: How are the kids doin’?
Lydia: They’re fine. They miss their father. But they’re getting used to you not being here. … Do I need to worry about you, Bob?
Bob: Only if you want to.
Lydia: Bob, I got things to do. I gotta go.
Lydia: I’ll see you—I mean, I’ll talk to you later.
Lydia: Okay, bye.