Woman: So, dear, do you want enchiladas? That's a casserole of filled tortillas, covered in a chili sauce.

Man: Sounds good, Honey. Hey, am I kicking your leg?

Woman: No, you're not. How about some pico de gallo? Oh, wait, that's just a salsa.

Man: Tasty, but not filling. Are you sure that's not your leg I'm kicking?

Woman: Yes, I'm sure, and stop asking. Ooh, mole poblano sounds good. That's "mo-lay," not "mole," by the way. It's meat in a special sauce made with chocolate.

Man: A chocolate sauce on a main dish? Now that sounds delicious. I tell you, if that's not your leg, I don't know what I'm kicking.

Woman: Knock it off with the leg thing. You're weirding me out. I also think the mole poblano sounds good. Let's get that and chilaquiles, which is kind of a Mexican lasagna.

Man: Perfect. Do you hear an electronic humming, kind of like a super-secret listening device?

Woman: That's it. I'm tired of this. You can eat by yourself. Bye.

Man: But... (sigh).

McGurk (muffled, from under table): Is she always in such a bad mood?

Man: Aaaiiiieeeeeee!