A married couple, ROGER and BERTHA are sitting around in the living room.
ROGER: What's on the tube tonight?
BERTHA:(looks up from her newspaper): Hmm?
ROGER: Christmas. WHAT'S ON TV??
BERTHA: Right now? I don't know, why don't you read a book?
ROGER: Because I don't want to. I'd rather see if the Count is on.
BERTHA: This again?
ROGER: What? He's hilarious. Always countin' stuff.
BERTHA: You have a PhD in physics you know.
ROGER: Your point being?
BERTHA: My point being, you already know how to count.
ROGER: You don't know that.
BERTHA: Roger, how could you possibly get a PhD in physics if you don't know how to count?
ROGER: Your name is Bertha, what do you know.
BERTHA: I know not to put my hand inside a live Triceratops beak.
ROGER: He was HUNGRY!! You would have done the same had you been there!
BERTHA: Well, thankfully for all of us, I wasn't. Lord knows I hate those things.
ROGER: Yeah yeah, you and your horns.
BERTHA: I find them to be very off-putting. They're quite pointy you know.
(ROGER gets up and puts on his jet pack.): Do you want anything? I'm going to the market.
BERTHA: Sure, lemonade sounds good.
(ROGER blasts off)
BERTHA: Him and his Count. That man. (goes back to reading the paper) Lookit that, Daisy Dukes are on sale down at the General Goods Depot.
(half a minute goes by)
(ROGER comes crashing through the roof.)
ROGER: Got your lemonade! (dusting himself off)
BERTHA: Thanks darling. (opens it and takes a sip) Hmm. Extra phosphorus in this batch.
ROGER: Yeah, Earl had them all marked down, he must've ordered an extra shipment.
BERTHA: Roger, I think I'm pregnant. (BERTHA puts down her lemonade which promptly bursts into flames, then explodes.)
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