Marie: So one day, after months of the spoon and the fork just sitting on the counter, we had a big fight. It was our first fight as husband and wife.
Debra: Wow. The shot heard 'round the world.
Marie: Finally, I told him, "I'm going to my mother's and when I get back, you'd better be the only ugly thing left in this house." And when I got home he was sitting right here, and he had nailed the spoon to the wall.
Debra: Whoa!
Marie: He thought he had won. You see what I did?
Debra: Ah, very clever.
Marie: And notice the fork is higher. And they've been there ever since. Every time I come into this kitchen, it reminds me of that fight. Every day for 45 years.
Debra: Wow, I'm shocked. You two seem so happy.
Marie: Trust me, dear. It's not worth it. Go. Go move the luggage. You be the better person. Hmm? Don't let a suitcase filled with cheese be your big fork and spoon.