Closure, My Butt

So I said to her, "Cindy, he hangs up on you, it is pretty clear."

She says, "I know it, Lana.  I would appreciate some closure is all."

"He hangs up on ya, then he says nothing more--there's your closure."

"Does this mean, we can leave this parking lot, yet?  I've seen enough of these tarred places."

"The view is way different through tears. Besides, we weren't talking about me.  We were talking about you."

"Okay, we will try this again, tomorrow--whatever it takes."

"Thanks, my friend, my imagination."