Shrike: Don’t show that end of the table (where all the crap is piled). They’ll make fun of your housekeeping!
Whozat: My housekeeping?
Shrike: Yeah, you’re the one who cooks, so you must be the wife.
(Later, while photographing MamaCat eating on the table.)
Shrike: Oh, they’re really going to make fun of you now.
Shrike: The people who made fun of your housekeeping.
Whozat: You mean the ones who made fun of it a minute ago? In your head?
Shrike: Oh. Yeah, them.