Harry: Hey, babe, listen. I'm sorry, but I have some bad news. The conference is running long.
Helen: Seriously! I was making your favorite casserole for dinner. The kids are gonna be bummed.
Harry: I know. I know. And I'm sorry, but it's a sales banquet. And, you know Luther. He thinks no one's gonna buy a computer server unless you eat a rubber chicken breast with them.
Helen: It's okay. I have a million linguistic finals to grade.