Jack: I’m home, honey. Where are you?
Jill: Here, in the kitchen.
Jack: What are you doing? Come here. We need to talk.
Jill: I’m chopping; wait, I’m coming.
Jack: Actually you know what? Never mind.
Jill: What? Tell me.
Jill: What is it?
Jack: It is something that I should not be telling you while you’ve a knife in your hand.