“Where is that girl? She's late again!” Blake sighed.
"Sorry. I know, I know."
"You can't keep doing this, Marcia!"
"Gee, I said I was sorry."
"Next time, I'm not going to be so easy on you!"
Marcia rolled her eyes. “You always say that.”
“I'm going to mean it next time!”
“I'll believe it when I see it.”
"Fine, have it your way then. If you don't believe me... Next time you're late, I'll have no choice but to kick you out of the writing club!"