"I think Mother Egans is where Megan goes for Trivia Night every Sunday."

"Ooh, I did Trivia Nights in New York."

"Yeah, me too."

"No, Phil, you came to my Trivia Night."

"Nooo—"

"Yeees, at The Village Idiot."

"Yeah, at The Village Idiot."

"Yup, I invited you, silly. Remember, Kevin was there, Paul?"

"You’re right."

"Well, the sun shines on a dog’s ass some of the time. But really, I was of zero use. I didn’t even have anything to whisper scream."

"Whisper scream?"

"Yeah, when you KNOW you know the answer, but you don’t want the opposing teams to hear, so you have to kinda whisper scream it to your team."

"You’re a nut."

"I don’t know what it is. I can watch an entire episode of Jeopardy, hear all the answers and questions, and if you then rewound and replayed it, I still couldn’t get any of it right. My brain just doesn’t work that way. And what a way to woo a guy, too: invite him to Trivia Night, then have zero ability, except maybe, maybe the answers about Soap Operas. Ha! And you married me anyway—sucka!"