You have got to use this conversation for a story sometime. Overhearing something this hilarious, it's got to be for a reason.
Hey, would your roomie there be willing to pay for my plastic surgery? 'Cause god wants me to be happy, y'know. You can give her my address, I prefer large, unmarked, non-sequential bills, thanx in advance.
(BTW did you know I once walked around for days with the word squidly-spooch stuck in my head the way tunes get stuck in your head? Weird.)