He (to nobody in particular): They’re all a bunch of clowns. Did you listen to the news? I can’t believe what they do. Crooks. They’re crooks. We should get rid of all of them, I tell you. We’d be better off. Health care. Sure. That’ll be the day. And how about that trial? Right up the block. Do you know what it’s going to be like? A circus. You think we’re late to work now? Wait till the trial begins. We’ll never get here. Not that that would bother me. Still, what were they thinking? Clowns. Or worse. I would use stronger language if there were no ladies present. And this is going to be some winter. I don’t even read the paper anymore. It makes me sick. Of course nobody reads anymore so I guess I’m no different. But this craziness has to end. We never should have gone in there in the first place. If they asked me.
She (about to exit): Why don’t you shut up for once? You think you could do a better job? Give it a try and then complain.
He (after door closes): Geez. What’s her problem? I’m just saying. . .