He: Honey, PTSC is .28 cents.  I think we should buy more.

She: Huh?

He:  I want us to buy more Patriot Scientific.

She: But...How... It's... 

He:  I know.   

She:  How many shares do we have?

He: Alot.   But honey, it's at .28 cents.   We can average down at this price big time.

She:  I thought management...

He:  Forget management.  I think it's calculated.  They want to supress the SP.

She: Don't we only make money if the SP goes up?

He:  Uh-huh.

She:  Then...

He:  I know.   

She: How much more do you want to buy?

He: 20 thousand shares.

She:  5 thousand.

He: 15.

She: 10.

He: Done.

She: It's only "Done" if you promise you'll never buy another share of PTSC again.

He:  Deal.

She:  And you will sell when I tell you to sell.

He: Naturally. 

She: I hate the stock market. 

He:  Me too.

She:  I wish there were never such a thing.

He:  Me too.

She: After this, we're done.

He:  Finito.

She:  No mas.

He:  Agreed.

(He kisses She) 

She:  Get out of my sight.

He:  Okay.

(He starts to go) 

She: Hey.

(He stops, turns)

She:   I love you.

He: I know.  That's why we can't lose.

-Yaz