A: Why are you so negative?
B: Because I’m a cynic.
A: Why are you so cynical?
B: Cynicism protects me from false beliefs and delusions.
A: You seem to live in a constant state of defense and distrust.
A: Oh, no. Not the melancholy Dane!
B: ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black,
A: Your favorite color . . .
B: Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
A: Your favorite gesture . . .
B: No, nor the fruitful river in the eye . . .
A: Stop! Hence loathed melancholy!
A: I can’t get enough of you.
B: I know.