I've had these four dialogues (in two sets), but since I haven't had a blog post in a long time, I'll post these that I had a considerably longer time ago.

'Seventh Periodical'

“Hey man, what are we going to do today?” he asked.
“The same thing we do every day, Mike…” he said.
“Shut the,” he interrupted; then paused as he caught sight of the teacher, agitated, expectant. “Look dude, I went down there yesterday. They were real suspicious and I didn’t return it. Can you go get a crossword?” Mike asked.

“What are you doing?” she started.
“Excuse me,” he replied.
“Can I help you?” she rephrased.
“I’m merely seeking guidance from a professional publication. Thank you,” he said and turned towards the dailies.
“Oh, all right. What class are you in?” she asked.
“Advanced Journalism—Newspaper I,” he said.
“I see. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” she asked.
“A Life, but Arts & Culture will do,” he said as he shuffled through broadsheets.
She stammered. He continued, “I am searching for proper citation of motion pictures in a news story,” as he selected a section of folded paper, folded it once more, and tucked it under his arm.
“Oh, I have something over here that you might,” she began, seeking a book, then abruptly stopped, looking back. He was gone.

'Asunderstanding'

The phone rang. But he’d stopped dropping everything for her. He was on a roll; he was working. And whatever they had wasn’t.
But it was the second time she’d called that night and the nineteenth straight day. He hadn’t told her anything. He’d just stopped answering.
He called her back.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hey,” he answered.
Tactful silence ensued.
“So, why haven’t you been talking to me?” she asked.
“I’ve explained why to you before. I’ve just decided to do it now,” he said.
“You can’t just do that,” she said.
“I already have,” he replied.
“This isn’t fair,” she responded.
“I know it’s not; that’s why I called back,” he said.
“So that’s just it?” she asked.
He affirmed her query, audibly, positively, but unintelligibly.
“You know what this does to me,” she said.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Destroys my trust. I won’t let anyone in. That’s what,” she said.
 “Where are you?” he asked.
“In bed,” she said. “Why?”
“I’ll be there,” he answered.

He explained, “I promised her I wouldn’t leave her life. We cuddled. I offered to go down on her. She said if it didn’t work out with her boyfriend we’d move to Boston and get married.”
“I guess she said no to the oral,” he replied.
“She never said no. She just never said yes, and I wasn’t going to force it,” he said.
“Because that’s rape,” he said.
“Which would have been cool if I’d my Xyrem and we’d had dinner beforehand,” he replied.
“Yeah, if by ‘cool’ you mean felony. But if you’re going to commit a felony, at least you get a mouthful of pussy that way,” he said; “Anyways, I’m glad to hear you’ve reached some level of understanding.”