Paul: You know Mark, this is time you never get back. I mean there are only X number of Saturdays left and I'm spending this one, sitting on a love-seat holding a pocketbook.
Mark: (pointing at the purse) Got an emery board in there?
Paul: I'd like to punch you in the head.
Mark: I've got this piece of nail...
Paul: Bite it off! Be a man!