Q: Meredith, you’re known to be exceedingly shy and withdrawn, particularly around men who have a certain dangerous, virile quality. I can see, in fact, that you are feeling quite shy right now. Your hands are fluttering like little birds.

A: Gasp! You read me like a book!

Q: And I’m not the first to have read you, am I?

A: I don’t know what you’re talking about!

Q: Oh, no? What about those Two Men and a Truck? Hmm? Perhaps we should see what they have to say…

A: But they were clients!

Q: So you admit it, then! And FTD, Buick, GMC, Mopar—yes, even Mopar—were they also your “clients”? What about Oldsmobile? The American Plastics Council? Jeep? The list goes on and on, Meredith…

A: Yes! It’s true! I couldn’t stop myself. I even serviced the WNBA…

Q: And you were well rewarded for your services, weren’t you? A few Caddy Awards, two Silver Telly Awards, an Addy…

A: And…and the personal satisfaction…(sobbing)…the constant personal satisfaction!

Q: Your shaking, child. Perhaps if you press your head to my bosom and simply be quiet for a moment. There. Quiet is nice, yes?

A: No! I can’t be quiet! I’m a copywriter! I have an undeniable way with, um – how do you say it? -- a way with…

Q: Words?

A: Yes! Oh, God, yes!