http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/married-role-play
Pizza Delivery Boy
H: Ma’am. Your pizza is here!
W: You are late!
H: No Ma’am. I'm 15 min early.
W: Is that so?
H: Yes Ma’am. Its 45$.
W: Do you take a credit card?
H: No Ma’am. Only cash.
W: Can I give something else? I think you would like it.
H: No Ma’am.
W: Just come in and see what is it..
H: Ma’am. Please. It's getting late.
W: You said you're early. So we have time sufficient to do
things.
H: Ma’am. Just 45$ in cash...please?
W: My husband never gives me cash.
H: Woah!
W: What?
H: I cannot go on to that again and again.
W: What you never give your woman cash... even 50$?
H: Not every day!
Police issues speeding ticket
W: What is it officer?
H: Lady... you know how fast you were on?
W: Was it too fast for you?
H: You would have gotten in to trouble if I din't stop you.
W: I know. You'll be there to help me.
H: License please.
W: Here. Don't you think those are some pretty?
H: I've have to issue you a speeding ticket.
W: Officer. I don't think that would be necessary if you get chance to have these. Please get in the car.
H: (scoffs)
W: What?
H: Your car?
W: Why not?
H: It stinks even for a dead man!
W: That's it! Fuck you!
H: Oh! fuck you! Stinky Bitch!