Eleanor: Isn't it a beautiful day? The sun is shinning; the birds are singing. It's good to be alive!
Porter: Okay, Pollyanna, go spread good cheer somewhere else.
Eleanor: What's wrong with you? You must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
Porter: I'm just having a bad day—no, make that a bad month. Nothing is going my way.
Eleanor: Cheer up! Every cloud has a silver lining and it's no use crying over spilled milk.
Porter: Spare me your platitudes, and let me wallow in my own misery.
Eleanor: I can't do that. If your work isn't going well, then practice makes perfect. You'll just do better next time.
Porter: It's not my work.
Eleanor: Is it your girlfriend? If your girlfriend isn't being nice to you then there are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't you see? Whatever the problem is, it's not the end of the world.
Porter: My biggest problem right now is easy to fix.
Eleanor: How?
[Door slams.][关门声。]
