Peggy (interrupting Sam): uh, hang on, I just burned my fingers.
Sam: Wait – how – on that handle there? (pointing to the Dutch oven sitting on the stove top).
Peggy: Yes, I’m cleaning the oven. I didn’t expect it to heat the top of the stove that much.
Sam: Oh, ok, it’s not my fault then.

Sam: My schedule is getting so busy.
Peggy: Do we need to re-print the calendar?
Sam: Yes, I’m getting in demand.

Peggy (walking in the front door): Christmas presents!
Sam: Uh, better get wrapping.
Peggy: Nope, unwrapping. It was the company Christmas party today … so what did you find?
Sam: Cocoa, and peppermint bark.
Peggy: Have at it.
Sam: Can you dip the bark in the cocoa?
Peggy: I like the way you think, Sam.

Sam (in a stage whisper, as he bounds up the stairs): Noooooooooo
Peggy (fearing for the worst): What’s the matter?
Sam: I forgot to brush my teeth.

Peggy: Sam, let’s Google robotic floor cleaner and see what we get.
(Sam chooses Scooba)
Peggy: There it is. The washer one.
Sam: $500. What a bargain!

Peggy: There’s a billy next door. Looks like they’re ready for little goat babies.
Sam: Physical attractiveness is important in all matter of creatures. Insects, and cats.

(exhausted on Sunday morning, after a marathon weekend hanging Christmas lights)

Sam: Mom, I still can’t find those white LEDs I bought. They’re not in the truck.
Peggy: (long, rambling mumble about receipts and empty boxes and cleaning up the staging area on the back porch). Wait, Sam, we wrapped them around the metal wreath frame.
Sam: Ok, Mom you just knocked me totally back into my senses.

Sam: I think it’s time to build a fire.
Peggy: You’re ready for me to build a fire in the wood stove? First fire of the year.
Sam: Yes, summer is finally over.

(sound of scampering from the front of the wraparound porch to the back)
Peggy: The chicken is chasing the cat.
Sam: The chicken is chasing the cat? Silly goose.

Sam: I haven’t been able to eat peanut-butter-and-jelly for a long time.
Peggy: Really? We have all kinds of them (opening refrigerator to show) — fig, apricot, pear, lemon. (pause, realizing he doesn’t like any of those). I’ve been meaning to make more raspberry jam.
Sam: I know. But you’ve been taking a really long time.