The Wild West.
K: You know where I am right now? I'm on our front lawn, bringing in the rubbish bin.
HSG: No way! That's amazing.
K: Yeah. This cordless phone has a really long range. I bet I could just keep walking until I got to your shop and then walk in your front door still talking to you.
HSG: You know, there's a machine that allows you to do that. It's called a mobile phone.
HSG: Hey, check this out - if you were here right now I could make you coffee 'cause my work just got an espresso machine.
K: Really? Excellent.
HSG: Yeah, totally excellent. I made myself one this morning and then stood around going 'Look at me, I'm drinking a fucking cappucino.'
K: That's nice. Do you swear at yourself a lot?
HSG: All the time. I love it.
K: Do you go 'I'm drinking a motherfucking cappucino so shut up, bitch'?
HSG: Yes. Yes, I do.
K: Thought so.
K: I'm in the lounge room now. I'm listening to cowboy music.
HSG: You so are not.
K: I am. Listen.
K: It's Rawhide. Did you know that the era of the 'Wild West' was actually incredibly short?
HSG: Yeah, I remember reading that somewhere.
K: Only about twenty years or so.
HSG: Twenty seconds, I thought.
K: Yeah. Like some guy put on a cowboy hat, and then his friend said 'Aw, take it off, Jim.'
HSG: And that was it.
K: And that was it. Exactly.