R: Marianne, I wrote the book on blatantly awful puns. Besides, it was either that or be freeze-dried. (Pause) You know, I told my mother and siblings to bring the marshmallows that day, and they forgot!
MN: (recoils from mental image and sick joke) Off! Off! Go find Amanda! Go spend a little quality time with her! Get thee hence, o specter from beyond!
R: All right, all right, I get the picture. (drifts off in search of his niece)