Scott and I are discussing a line of something he wrote a while ago.
Scott: God, that's bad. I'm going to invent a time machine to stop myself from writing that.
Alice: I have to say, I think it was my idea.
Scott: Well, it was terrible.
Alice: I'm sorry.
Scott: Now I'm going to invent a time machine so that I can go back and tell myself not to listen to any of your ideas.
Scott: I'll whisper in my own ear, "Alice is stupid. You don't know that now, but you will. Listen to me."
Alice: Uh huh.
Scott: "Turns out that Alice is stupid and has been all along. I am disrupting the timeline to tell you that she is stupid."
Scott: "Events will unfold such that she is stupid."
Alice: You're hilarious.
Scott: "I am whispering because the temporal police have this area bugged."
[There is a pause.]
Alice: Speaking of which, remember a couple of years ago, when that old guy came up to you? In the silver jumpsuit? And he was talking about how stupid I am?
Scott: Huh. I didn't remember that until just now. Boy, you're smart.
Alice: I know. I really am.