Julie: So, that’s why you haven’t asked her out yet. You’re a cowardly custard!

Mark: What? Childish!

Julie: I’ve hit the nail on the head, haven’t I!

Mark: I can’t believe you called me a cowardly custard! How old are you?

Julie: Don’t spit the dummy. Spineless, more like. No backbone is you.

Mark: Oh, don’t you start flapping your gums.

Julie: I can’t believe you are so gutless that you can’t go and speak to her.

Mark: Yeah, but it’s my job on the line if I make a dog’s breakfast of it.

Julie: Yellow bellied, scaredy cat. Pussy. Wimp. What are you afraid of? Pansy!

Mark: Hey. I’m no pansy. It’s just not that important right now. Maybe next week.

Julie: Stop pussy-footing around and ask. No hide no Christmas box.

Mark: Bloody hell. You do go on a bit, dontya. Nick off and let me fix this, otherwise everything will be out of whack.

Julie: Well, if you’re going to continue mucking around, I’m not going to bother earbashing you anymore.

Mark: Finally! Hey, what about that guy in accounting. Have YOU asked him out yet?

Julie: Oh, is that the time? Time I knocked off. See you tomorrow.

Mark: Ha! Chicken!