John and Mary

Mary:
I don't want anymore to do with it. Not with jealousy, competition, the sound of bugles when we're all meant to line up for battle. When the bugle blows, I want to go home quietly. Lock the door, take off the telephone. I'll wash my hair, watch the saturday night movie and go to bed with a plate of cornflakes. I can do that most efficiently. I can vanish.

John:
The great thing is, if men can cook at all, women think it's wonderful.

Mary:
Well, it is.

John:
No, it's not. It's really a legend. Like sex and black men.