George: All right, enough! Enough! From now on, no more yada yada’s. Just give me the full story.
Marcy: Okay.
George: Tell me about the free facial.
Marcy: Okay, well, like I said I was on 3rd Avenue, and I stopped by a large department store.
George: Which one?
Marcy: Bloomingdale’s.
George: Very good. Go on.
Marcy: Oh, and I stole a Piaget watch.
George: What’s that?
Marcy: And then, I was on such a... high, that I went upstairs to the salon on the fifth floor, and got a massage and facial, and skipped out on the bill.
George: Shoplifting.
Marcy: Well, what about you? You told me that you were engaged. What was the rest of that? (Pause)
I suppose I just don't get new age yankee humor.