Hank: How long have you smoked?
Pat: 27 years.
Hank: Oh!
Pat: I'm sorry, Hank.
Hank: Smoking! Smoking! It's like you never listened to a word I said.
Pat: Oh, Hank, I listen to you all the time, and it's hard, because you're so overly certain about everything.
Hank: You mean like "Smoking is bad"? Well, why don't you just drink poison?
Pat: I have to tell you, Hank, I don't like that tone of voice. And I'll tell you something else: I think you're the reason I smoke. Now, you know I love you with all my heart, Hank, but I think if I didn't have my cigarettes, I would have to fight you. Oh, my goodness, that felt good to say. Thank you, Debra.
Hank: "Thank you, Debra"?
Debra: You're welcome.