NOTE: Before proceeding further, you'll need to know that my wife is a proud Irish lass, but more importantly, she likens herself a writer, so her banter sounds more like prose than conversation:
After watching a few minutes of Teletubbies:
Mrs - Why are there no predators in Teletubbie world?
Mr - What do you mean?
Mrs - Well, they're so plump and slow, it seems predators would flock there in droves.
After meeting a local politician of Irish descent:
Mrs - You two really talked on the same level, you should go into politics.
Mr - No thanks.
Mrs - But if you got in good with [politician of Irish descent] you could harness the power of the blarney!
Mr - "Harness the power"? What am I Skeletor?
Mrs - Don't be silly, Skeletor only wants to harness the power of Grayskull. [Mrs recognizes that I'm not continuing the conversation.]
Mrs -(Grumbling) I'll bet He-Man would want to harness the power of blarney.
Mr Prepares Valentines Breakfast of Oatmeal:
Mr - We got all the ingredients for your favorite breakfast, we got Quaker Oats, raisins, and maple syrup.
Mrs - Yay!
Mr - [Five minutes later.] Okay hun, I've got for you a nice hot, steaming bowl of love .
Mrs - (With mock disappointment) What! I wanted oatmeal!