Tablet Pillow Talk

Jeez, Bill, quit punching your pillow. Take it out on the tennis court tomorrow.
Can’t help it Melly. I invented the 21st century tablet. We owned it lock, stock, and barrel. Now the rocket ship is taking off without us.
Don’t exaggerate. Still, sooner or later the next Elvis comes along; you had an incredible string of hits.
No. The “next Elvis” is a former Elvis, Jobs.
Nah, you watch; the era of superstars is over.
It coulda been me.
Let it go, my little gatekeeper. Did you really want to kill yourself getting the elephant to dance one more time?
Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I love you, baby.
I love you, too. Now sleep.