The scene: Ant, Mari and Jo have come over for dinner. I had made a somewhat French-style pork stew. Josie is poring through the half a million green shopping bags in which Ant and Mari lug around the apparently endless supply of 'stuff' which Josie might require at any given moment (despite this there is almost always SOMETHING they've forgotten).
Jo: You didn't bring my ... FOOD!
Mat: Would you like some pork stew?
Jo: *exasperated look* No.
Mat: Why not?
Jo: You know.
Mat: No, I don't know. That's why I asked.
Jo: You know. You're a big boy. You know everything.
Mat: *p*ssing myself laughing*
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