Where is the oil?A familiar neighbor came again, only for butter

I didn't even hear you come in. Of course, as always, if I call, knock, knock, knock. I have to go to my house.

Hey, I'm starting. Yeah, hi. I ran out of butter at home. Of course there is one in every house. So come on. All right, come on in.

Of course I don't. I wouldn't have come to you if I had one. That's your problem. You don't have it. It's been a while. Yeah, it was, it wasn't interesting, it was all business with my husband. No neighbors. What about you? What's new?

Yeah, I'm fine. Did you make it to the morgue? Oh, yeah, I don't want it, tea? All right then. Why don't you at least tell me, and we'll talk about how you're avoiding this conversation?

You know everything. Something. Nothing new, husband, work. He didn't recognize me? Nobody recognizes me but you, so you keep your mouth shut, too. Let's not talk about it. Anyway, it's okay, I believe it's okay, too. Where's the butter?