“Pass me a few salad leaves, will you dear?”
“You’re such a sloth,” she replied, but reached over nonetheless and did so anyway. Slowly, however.
“Me? Slothful? That’s rich coming from you,” he said. “But that’s why I love you, I suppose.”
They ate in silence for some while, then out of nowhere she said, “My friend Betty has been trying to include a couple of grasshoppers each day in her diet. It’s a super-food, you know.”
He said nothing for ten minutes, then said, “Really?”
Eventually she said, “You know, Norman, this is the life.”
Norman was asleep, however.