Red: Gee, I can't help but notice that you're pouting.
Kitty: Oh, no. I'm not pouting. That would upset our routine. God knows, I wouldn't want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything.
Red: Okay. Here's a thought. How about you and I treat ourselves to a night out? Just the two of us.
Kitty: Well, that'd be great, Red.
Red: We'll go to Phillies.
Kitty: Phillies, huh? So you'll have the Salisbury steak, and I'll have the baked chicken. Again.
Red: Well, maybe I won't have the Salisbury steak. I enjoy their ham.
Kitty: Oh, ham. Okay, then I can change one answer on the quiz. So, okay, we have four out of ten. We have moved up from "predictable as the tides" to "humdrum." [laughs] I'll just go change.
Red: [sighs] Damn Cosmo. [looks at magazine] Ooh.