First:
Him: “So, the New Yorker has Hermione Lee’s interview with Philip Roth. She’s the biographer of . . . ”
Her: “Um, I know who Hermione Lee is, jerk . . .”
Later:
Her: “I think you’ve misquoted Wordsworth in your column. You’re actually quoting a Blood, Sweat, and Tears song. . . ”
Him: “I’m pretty sure the line is right — but, no matter what, I am NOT quoting BST. Hell, no.”