DISCLAIMER: Again, I have chosen to maintain the anonymity of each speaker in the following quotations. I will say that there were five people present – most of them contributing to the dialogue – not counting the animals.
Heard from the next room:
“I WON’T wear a scarf!” he shouted.
Observing the state of the jewels:
“You’re dropping pooka shells everywhere, Honey,” she said wearily.
Despite the fact that they were tiny and ceramic:
“I am not in the MOOD for pancakes,” he grumbled.
After complaining endlessly about his wardrobe:
“Is it time for TEA???” he screamed.
As it seemed obvious by this time, anyway:
“Mrs. Crumpet is a BITCH,” she remarked.
As someone else added to their costume (which already consisted, among other things, of a combination of a hot pink sequined tutu and a shirt made of African tribal fabric) he commented irritably:
“I don’t think that goes.”
After more belligerent demands for immediate service of the tea:
“Mrs. Crumpet is a DRUNKEN WHORE,” she said, then immediately clamped her hand over her mouth.“That didn’t come out right,” she explained.
A tad later:
“Humph,” she stated. “Just wait ’til I write about this in my gossip column!”
“Next time I’ll tie him to a chair with a negligee,” she said thoughtfully.
INTERLUDE: Yelling, laughter, an asthma attack resulting from pure cantankerousness, animals wearing clothes, and a water fight.
Believe it or not:
“Thank you ever so much for the tea,” he said sulkily, with a slight attempt at an English “effete snob” accent.
“We should have tea more often,” she exclaimed cheerfully.