Mary: [on the phone] Happy birthday, Dad. Of course I remembered. How's the chest pains?
Dick: [hangs up Mary's phone] Mary, do you think I'm insensitive?
Mary: Dick, you just hung up on my father.
Dick: Now, don't try to change the subject.
Mary: Okay, fine. You're insensitive.
Dick: I am?
Mary: Oh, come on, Dick. It wouldn't kill you to occasionally think of people's feelings before you speak.
Dick: [chuckles] What a bunch of crap.