“What do you think it is? Or should I say, what do you HOPE it is?”
“You know the answer to that. We’ve been going together for sooo long.”
“Are you sure he’s the right man?”
“We’ve known each forever! We have everything in common. Oh, here he is.”
She leaves to meet George and returns several hours later.
“Well?” says her friend.
“He gave me his heart. And here it is!”
She holds up a bloody dripping heart, still beating.
“I’m one happy zombie!”