The Beautician and the Beast1997

Joy Miller:
Come on, we can make our own sandwich.

Boris Pochenko:
I don't know where anything is in this kitchen.

Joy Miller:
Oh come on, I can find food at Ghandi's house. What're you kidding me?

Boris Pochenko:
You should try running a country for a day. It's not all making war and smashing dissidents, you know. It's hard work.

Joy Miller:
I'm sure it is.

Boris Pochenko:
Where is some...

Joy Miller:
What?

Boris Pochenko:
Mayonnaise?

Joy Miller:
We finished it.

Boris Pochenko:
Oh. [gives her a look]

Joy Miller:
Hmmm?

Boris Pochenko:
You're lying.

Joy Miller:
It's all gone.

Boris Pochenko:
Where is it?

Joy Miller:
I had to scrape for this.

Boris Pochenko:
Give it me!

Joy Miller:
Oh all right, I'll give it you, give it you. Here you go.

Boris Pochenko:
Hah. Hah-hah, heh-heh-heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.

Joy Miller:
I just hope you realize you're entering those dangerous heart attack years.