Barbie: Ken, I think we should spend some time apart.

Ken: Wha? Huh? Bring me a beer, willya?

Barbie: I'm leaving you, Ken. I want to think out our relationship.

Ken: (burp) Huh?

Barbie: You heard me. I'll call you next week. (door slams, car starts)

Ken: Hmmmm... (dials phone). Hi! Larry? She's gone. C'mon over.