(scene opens in cluttered dining room)
Me: (sorting Girl Scout cookies into piles)
Husband: (enters) I hear we have cookies to sell?
Me: Yes. These are what we have left. (camera cuts to mostly empty box)
Husband: Beta said we had Thin Mints.
Me: I just sold them to your brother.
Husband: My brother?! How could you? I was downstairs!
Me: I could hear you on a conference call.
Husband: I was downstairs!
Me: This has more to do with me selling them to your brother and not that I sold them before you could get off the call.
Husband: (outraged) Well obviously!