Him: "No one is answering."
Her: "I heard. It says they're helping someone else."
Him: "Should I leave a message? Or call back later?"
Her: "Just call back later. Did you find that recipe?"
Him: "Yes, I emailed the link to you."
Her: "That one sucked. You can't make lemon chicken like that!"
Him: "How do you know? Have you ever tried?"
Her: "No, but anyone with half a brain can see it was crappy recipe. You'd need more chicken than that."
Him: "It made perfect sense. I went to cooking school, you didn't. Trust me."
Her: "Really? Have you ever used it? All that tuition, and I don't think you've set foot in the kitchen except to make chips-in-a-bowl with a side of beer."
Him: "Oh, like you're capable of anything more complex than eggs."
Her: "At least I know what a good lemon chicken recipe looks like. You don't."
Him: "Okay, what?"
Her: "It should have, um, chicken, and, uh, lemon."
Him: "It had both."
Her: "It didn't have enough chicken."
Him: "Fine. Why don't we just do take-out?"
Her: "Whatever. Why don't you call the neurologist back and see if you can get through now?"