Last one for now! My head is exploding with these right now. Let's see how long that lasts! Ha!
'What's that smell?'
'What smell?'
'Dude, did you fart? Did you fart in my car?'
'Well, I had a burrito.'
'Uh-uh, no way, I'm not dealing with this crap. It's like, minus twenty outside and you're gonna make my baby smell so bad inside I have to crack a window?'
'Sorry man, I have issues.'
'Is this why you eat salad man? Because that ain't right.'
'I eat salad because when I'm an old man, I don't want to have a bad stomach.'
'Okay Sammy, lesson number one, we're hunters. We'll be lucky to call forty "old". Lesson number two, can you smell that? That's what your salad diet has caused. Tell me again about the old-man-but-really-forty-bad-stomach?'
'It's not like I can help it, Dean.'
'I should make you walk.'
'You're not going to make me walk while it's minus twenty out, Dean.'
'The hell I won't!'
'Look, pull up at the garage, just up there. I'll be two minutes, I'll get an air freshener.'
'I'll buy it, knowing you it'll be some girl smell with made up shit in it.'
'I keep telling you Dean, jojoba's a real thing.'
'Made. Up. Shit. It should smell like car oil, or leather. It should not smell of you menstruating.'
'Oh, haha, Sammy's a girl. Like you didn't do that one Christmas.'
'Sorry I stole from a little girl, not a little boy.'
'Well, I guess you did the best you could.'
'Uh-huh. Well, while you're planning who to send the travelling pants to, I'm gonna go buy something to make my Baby smell like my Baby again. And Sammy? Lay off the burritos.'