"Fritzi! I'm home!"
"Honey? I'm not late am I? I rush rush rushed all the way home, I'm actually excited for this dinner game thing now."
"Hello?"
"Brenda? I'm so sorry I'm late sweetheart, I got caught up in some paperwork! I hope you didn't rush home too early."
"No, no, I just got here not too long ago myself, I was worried though, you could leave a message when you're running late you know?"
"I'm sorry, but I mean there are nights when you return late, ha ha"
"What's funny about that?"
"Nothing,"
"-I'm not late when you ask me to be home early Fritz"
"So it's okay to be late when there's nothing waiting for you here, other than me?"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Could you just calm down please? And get dressed, we have to leave for David's in about ten minutes,"
"Calm down? I hate when you do that Fritz - talk to me in that accusatory tone and then play it off when I take offense to it, it's rude"
"I hate when you blow things out of proportion"
"Yeah, you're right. It's so annoying when I blow things, won't be doing that anymore"
"Can you just get dressed please?"
"Fine"
"Fine"
"I'll wait in the car"
"Great"