So: You ready to go on stage tonight? I've packed the sound equipment, I've got my cue cards (don't forget yours, now, they're in the upper right-hand drawer of the left-handed file cabinet in the room without a view, upstairs, not the basement, where - I think it was you, or was it me? - left them). What did you do with my - nevermind, found it.
I can't decide what to wear! What're you wearing?? I don't think we should be all that formal looking, do you? Rats, I'm not going to have time to get my hair done, oh I hate being a girl sometimes! Should we color coordinate do you think or is that....no forget it.
No, I've changed my mind, I don't want to go casual. I can't make up my mind, help, should I wear the long black or the short white?
I'm kinda nervous, are you? What if we (okay, I) forget a punchline? I think it might be good to memorize each other's material just in case, nah, that's, anyway there's no time, is there...
Well, I think I'm ready. I'm just at pre-stage fright point. How're you doin?