Reddochs, driving on the freeway:
Me: Hey! Next exit - Hooters!
Her: I just GOT you chicken.
Me: (disappointed face)
Her: (unaffected by disappointed face)
Me, 60 seconds later: Hey! Next exit, Popeye's Chicken! How can Hooters even compete?
Her: They can't, especially if Olive Oyl wears that tight blouse and rolls her sock down to show some ankle.