- Hey, honey can you zip me up?
- Of course babe, you look beautiful.
- Really? You don’t think this dress makes me look fat?
- I mean maybe a little around the—INTELLIGENCE!!
- What did you just say?
- Wowee! Who let you bundle up all that intelligence? It’s practically bursting at the
  seams—OF AMBITION.
- I’m bursting out of my dress?!
- No, not your dress, your bod—BOUNTY. You have so much bounty I could scream! A
  dowry to feed five kings. Who am I but a humble peasant to be in the presence of such a
  well endowed lady?!
- Jim, what the hell are you saying?
- That I am not worthy of such a glorious lady such as thy self. Your body doth stretch
  from corner to corner of this household, yet your soul be twice as large. If I could show-
  er you in flowers, I would need but five hundred bouquets to cover your circumference,
  but it would be worth it to see your smile emerge from the crevices of your chin.
- So even my soul is fat?
- Not fat... fat-anstic!
- Goodnight, Jim.
- *footsteps retreating. car door slams*
- Phew. That was a close one.