“If brefwist weddy?”, Bill asked his wife Mary.

“What?”, she responded.

“If brefwist weddy?”

“Bill, go put your teeth in. I can’t understand you.”

“Is breakfast ready? God, I hate these teeth.”

“Bill, without them no one can understand a word you say.”

“It feels like I have something in my mouth.”

“Bill, honey, sweetheart, you do. They’re called teeth. You need them.”

“Yea, well, still.”

“You wearing you toupee today or not?”, Mary asked.

“What’s the temperature supposed to be like. That thing gets pretty hot.”

“A little warm.”

“Then, I won’t wear it. I’m making cold calls today. I’ll have to note that I need to go back bald if I get appointments.”

“Yea, people sometimes remember. One more thing, honey.”

“What?”

“Put your glass eye in.”