Dave: Hey, what's the meaning of Sycophant?

Me: Why me when you got a dictionary?

Dave: Why a dictionary when I got you?

Me: Flatterer.

Dave: I know right.

Me: No, it's the meaning, you nugget!

Dave: Oh. Knew you'd know the meaning. Nerd.

Me: Well, I like to think of myself as a logophile.

Dave: ...??

Me: A lover of words.

Dave: A logophilic cheerleader who loves Walking Dead and Nicholas Sparks. Not bad.

Me: Then again, you're a perverted bad boy who likes Mitch Albom.

Dave: A bad boy? So that's what they call me?

Me: Well, yeah...Aren't you one?

Dave: All that glitters is not gold. All who wear leather jackets ain't Schwarzenegger.

Me: Modest. So what are you?

Dave: A vampire.

Me: I'm serious. I mean, you're the captain of the Football team, you're popular, the girls drool over you and the guys are jealous of you.

Dave: That's cuz I'm awesome. So how often do you drool over me?

Me: I never said I drool over you.

Dave: But you totally meant it.

Me: Didn't!

Dave: Totally did.

Me: Look, I'm just sorry for stereotyping, okay? It was just the Christian Grey aura you carry around all the time. But I'm glad I got to know you.

Dave: I guess no one ever really tried to know me. Not for me, at least. But, well, now you know me. By the way, you're not too terrible either.

Me: Aw, Dave. Such a sycophant.