[The setting: a suburban home in North Florida, USA, late on a Sunday afternoon. He has just returned from grocery shopping. The dialogue occurs as they’re placing things he’s bought into the pantry and refrigerator.]
She: The time really got away from us today — we’ve still got so much to do for the company coming tomorrow. It’s already almost five-thirty.
[He looks down at his watch.]
He: What are you talking about? It’s barely past four o’clock.
She: [hope dawning in her eyes as she looks down at his watch, held up for her inspection] Really?!
He: Yeah, really. I mean I thought it was a little weird, maybe you—
She: [looking down at her cell phone, hope dying] No. It IS almost FIVE-thirty.
[She holds up her cell phone for his inspection.]
He: Wha— huh? [looking down at his own cellphone, checking his watch again] Damn it. Watch battery must have died. And I’m off work tomorrow, without a car—
She: Well, I could take your watch to work with me, and run it over to the mall at lunch for a new battery. But I won’t have time to—
He: [confused, but dismissive] Well, that wouldn’t work anyway. I mean, if you’ve got my watch all day then how am I gonna know what time it is?
She: [her brain whirs, audibly]…
He: [his brain whirs, audibly]…
[Both crack up laughing.]