Jill: Hey, let’s go shopping.
Jack: Sure. Where?
Jill: Umm… I was thinking… Shoppers Stop?
Jack: Umm… or.. Westside?
Jill: But Shoppers Stop has a great Sale going on.
Jack: No. Still, Westside. Please?
Jill: Westside doesn’t have discounts.
Jack: I know. But, they have chairs.
Jill: Hey, do you think I need to buy some new perfumes.
Jack: Sure. As you like, Sweetie.
Jill: Hmm. So, you think I smell bad. Don’t you?
Jack: Hunh! *confused* of course not.
Jill: You don’t think I smell nice naturally.
Jack: You smell beautiful naturally. Fresh as mint. *pretends sniffing*
Jill: Then why do you think I need perfumes?
Jack: It is just for something better, you know?
Jill: It doesn’t make sense.
Jack: Sure, it does. It is like… umm… You cook at home, right?
Jill: Yeah. So?
Jack: Still, we often eat out the restaurants. Why?
Jack: *waits for it*
Jill: *sparks* You!!! *the chase begins*
Jack: Where were you all this while? I missed you.
Jill: Awww… Really? You did? *eyes flutter*
Jack: Of course, I did. I am so used to you that I felt incomplete.
Jill: Oh, my my! I missed you too. *air kisses*
Jack: Where have you been?
Jill: I was, on a Break, you know! *hair wisp play*
Jack: Oh, I see. You know, I was so bored.
Jill: Oh! So, am I your Entertainment? *fumes* I am. Right?
Jack: Oops. No. No, not in that sense.
Jill: I know all your senses. You scoundrel. *punches*
Jack: Can I ask you something, honey?
Jack: When are you taking your next “break”? *winks*
Jill: Youuu!! Not before I kill you. *the chase begins*
Jill: No matter how much you object, I am going to have that kitty party.
Jack: Have it. I don’t mind. But not at our place.
Jill: We are having it here. Right here.
Jack: Ok, but at least, not on Sunday.
Jill: We are having it right here. On Sunday. *the ’bring it on’ look*
Jack: That’s the only day I get to relax, Jill. Why would you ruin it?
Jill: You can peacefully doze in the bedroom.
Jack: No. I want the whole home to myself.
Jill: I’m sorry honey, but that is not happening.
Jack: Ok then, I better prepare for revenge. *sips water*
Jill: Aahn? And how do you plot to do that? *hands on hips*
Jack: *evil grin* I will not put the toilet seat down. *rolling eyes*
Jack: You manage to spur a fight with me out of nothing. Great!
Jill: Oh! Now, I am the one who started it?!
Jack: Of course.
Jill: And that too out of nothing?
Jack: Of course. Who fights for sleeping on a particular side of the bed?
Jill: Why don’t you give it up if it is not a big deal?
Jack: I can’t. That is my side.
Jack: Anyway, I am tired and sleepy. Good night.
Jill: Hunh! Tell me something new.
Jack: Where is my pillow and blanket?
Jack: Where is it?
Jill: In the hall. On the sofa.
Jill: You needed a new towel, right?
Jack: Yes. Why?
Jill: I got you one.
Jack: Oh! What would I do without you, honey?
Jill: Ta-daaa!!! *exhibits like a salesgirl*
Jack: This one? For me? *frowns*
Jill: Yes. Nice, no? See how soft it is.
Jack: Yes, but…
Jill: But, what?
Jack: It is Pink!!!
Jill: I know!! I love pink. Isn’t it pretty? *lit up eyes*
Jack: It is. *conspires* But I want You to have this one.
Jack: *evil* Umm… because it is as pretty as you are.
Jill: Awww!!! Will you let me have this one? Really?
Jack: Sure. Any sacrifice for you, my love.
Jill: Thanks. *kisses* But what about yours?
Jack: Don’t worry. I will buy another. White one, may be?
Jill: No. No. I will get you a purple one.
Jack: *loser face*
Jill: Which one?
Jack: Any one.
Jill: Come on. At least, suggest.
Jack: Any one. You pick.
Jill: Romantic Comedy?
Jill: Or Action Thriller?
Jill: What Ok? Are you even listening to me?
Jack: Book any movie, sweetie. Whichever you like.
Jill: How come you don’t have any preference for movies?
Jack: Do you think I’m going with you to watch the movie? *winks*
Jill: I’m not going to the party tonight.
Jack: We must go. Or my boss would be mad. You know him.
Jill: I don’t care. Your corporate parties are big yawns.
Jack: We’ll go, pretend enjoying and leave in a bit.
Jill: Jack, No is spelled N and O.
Jack: Ok. Actually, not going would spare us from a lot even beyond tonight.
Jill: What do you mean?
Jack: This would even spare you from planning our Europe trip.
Jill: Hunh?! *panics* Why?
Jack: I am ditching the party that he is hosting.
Jack: For the trip, I’m counting on the bonus that boss would sanction; or not.
Jill: Umm, what should I wear for the party tonight? Red or Black?
Jill: Hey, check out the newspaper. There is 60% off on women’s apparels.
Jack: You must be kidding. Sixty percent??? Show me.
Jill: Yeah! Isn’t that amazing?
Jack: So much discount would turn a saree into a bikini. *giggles*
Jill: I am off to shopping while you cuddle your stupid jokes.
Jack: Wait. Check out this little son of a spoilsport.
Jill: Who? Show me?
Jack: The teeny tiny *Conditions Apply at the bottom corner.
Jill: Oh, the discount applies only on purchases worth 20 thousand and more.
Jack: You can thank me for saving you some time.
Jill: Or…Thank you for setting me a target. See you later, honey. Bye Bye.
Jack: Nooo!!! Wait!!! *cries*
Jill: Hey, do you remember my friend Nancy?
Jack: Oh, Yeah!!! I remember….. Nancy. *blushes*
Jill: *stares* Anyway. She told me there is a dance competition.
Jill: So, I think we should participate. It is a couple salsa competition.
Jack: *laughs* You must be kidding, right?
Jack: Dance? Me? Don’t you know me at all or what?
Jill: Come on. It would be fun.
Jack: Salsa and I are like Dogs and I. We just don’t mingle.
Jill: You can at least try.
Jack: Exempt me. We’ll do it when there is a competition for my dance form.
Jill: Your dance form? Which is that?
Jack: Swinging Hands-Twisted Face-Off balanced Legs- Tilted Head
Jack: I am sick of lying around in the bed all day long. *sulks*
Jill: I know. But you need to rest for three more weeks. No concession.
Jack: I feel like strolling in open for a while.
Jill: You have a fractured leg. You cannot roam around.
Jack: I need fresh air. I am suffocating in this room.
Jill: Umm…I have an idea that could make you feel better.
Jack: What’s that?
Jill: Let’s go on a long drive. I will drive.
Jack: You know what sweetie? It worked, like a charm.
Jack: Yes, I am feeling fresher already.
Jill: You would never let me drive your new car, would you? *shrugs*
Jack: Please shut the door when you leave. *pretends sleeping*
Jack: What do you want for your birthday, honey?
Jill: It would be rather better if you didn’t ask that.
Jack: Why, exactly?
Jill: Because I want something that you would not let me have.
Jack: Come on, why wouldn’t I?
Jill: Because you hate it as much as I love it.
Jack: I don’t think so. We love the same things.
Jill: Sure. Except One.
Jack: Try me.
Jill: I want a Puppy.
Jack: No way!!!
Jill: I told you. You don’t love me as much as you hate dogs.
Jill: You know, I wanted to become a pilot when I was a little girl.
Jack: I know.
Jack: But you are a pilot. My pilot.
Jill: What do you mean?
Jack: Kiss me.
Jack: Kiss me. *closes eyes*
Jill: *kisses on his lips*
Jack: Wow. See? I told you. You are my pilot.
Jack: You make me Fly. High.
Jack: I didn’t know you would really make me cook dinner tonight.
Jill: What not? You lost the bet. You have to cook.
Jack: It was a stupid bet.
Jill: Yes. Stupid enough to drag you in.
Jack: And I can’t believe I lost the bet in the first place.
Jill: Believe it, honey, because you did.
Jack: How didn’t I know how much cash I had in my wallet?
Jill: That is the gamble that worked out well for me.
Jack: Anyway, how to cook rice?
Jill: I am calling the pizza place for delivery, as backup. Just in case.
Jack: No. No. I can cook. You guide me. I will cook.
Jill: Don’t worry. Pizzas, My treat! I’ve got twelve hundred bucks.
Jack: That is exactly how much was short on my guess in the bet.
Jack: I want to watch the game, Jill.
Jill: Sure, right after this movie is finished.
Jack: The game will be over by then.
Jill: Big Deal?! You can watch the highlights later.
Jack: Highlights don’t have the thrill of a live game.
Jill: Sure they have. Why not?
Jack: Because I would know the result by then.
Jill: Then don’t watch the news before you watch highlights. Problem solved?
Jack: Do you know what are you holding on to?
Jill: Remote Control?
Jack: Well, let’s call it Remote-out of my-Control. *surrenders*
Jill: Do you think I need a new haircut?
Jack: Why? This one is cute. Suits you.
Jill: So, you are saying, the new one will not suit me?
Jack: I am not saying that. I am just saying this one suits you.
Jill: Well, the new one can suit too. Can’t it?
Jack: Of course, it can. And It Will. Go and get a new one. Ok?
Jill: Why? You don’t like this one?
Jill: What??? *rolls eyes*
Jack: *sighs* Nothing!
Jill: I found a stain on your shirt. I bet that’s lipstick. Whose is it?
Jack: It must be yours.
Jill: That’s not my shade.
Jack: Then it must not be lipstick.
Jill: Are you sure?
Jack: As sure as you are of it not being your shade. Where’s the stain anyway?
Jill: Near the pocket.
Jack: Oh!!! Come on, Jill. You and your false alarms. My pen had leaked.
Jill: Oh, Yes!!!! That makes more sense.
Jack: And anyway, an affair with someone who wears blue lipstick? Really!!?
Jill: I bet you can’t lose even a kilo off this belly of yours.
Jack: Oh, really?
Jill: Yes, REALLY.
Jack: What if I can?
Jill: You cannot. You just can NOT.
Jack: Ok I hear you. But what if I do?
Jill: Well, in that case, you’ll get anything you ask of me.
Jack: Ok. One Extra Cheese Large Margherita Pizza.
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.
Jill: Do I look fat?
Jill: Do I? Look Fat?
Jack: Fat or Fatter?
Jill: Ok. Let me do it this way.
Jack: Which way?
Jill: Do I look Slim? *smiles* Or Slimmer? *winks*