Dinner theater

This was left on the office voicemail yesterday:

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?"

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