Smitty: I'm afraid I'm not in much of a joking mood. You see, my wife died Christmas, and I just haven't been myself since.
Karen: [laughs hysterically] Ah, Smitty. You always know just what to say.
Karen: Ah, Smitty, I'm feeling a little down. A friend told me that she didn't think I'd be a good mother.
Smitty: Well, ah, my own mother was shot dead in front of me, by her boyfriend when I was twelve. And I've been haunted ever since wondering if I could have saved her.
Karen: (bursting into fits of laughter)... I am telling you, you have got to start writing these down!