Ian: No ice, I’m afraid.
Barbara: There’s some in the fridge.
Ian: Ah. (starts walking, then realises there’s no such thing as a fridge in Roman times)
Ian: Very funny, very funny.
Barbara: You went!
Barbara: Oh, I’m so hungry.
Ian: Yes, erm, so am I. Erm, Barbara, there must be a bit of that, er, cold peacock of yours left in the fridge?
Barbara: Right! (starts to walk)
Barbara: Oh, very funny!