(scene opens in cluttered kitchen)
Me: (taking her daily Flintstone vitamin, holds out handful for Husband)
Husband: I’ve always been a Wilma kind of guy (picks one up)
Me: That’s Betty. (points) This is Wilma.
Husband: (picks it up, squints) How can you tell?
Me: I have better eye sight than you.
Husband: Oh. I thought you were going to say that one has better legs.