Me: Something smells funny in here.
Carl: Well, the toddler did eat a lot of grapes earlier. You know how those make her feel.
Me: No, I don't think it's her this time.
Carl: Can't be the dogs. They both just had baths.
Me: [starts gagging] Gross! Why do my armpits always smell like fried meat? I'm gonna have to use some new deodorant.
Carl: I think deodorant is the least of your problems. Also, why does talking to you often lead me to wanting to throw up a little in my mouth?