"You know, Ted, you're a smart, intelligent man," she said, conversingly.
He sat down in his chair, which was sitting on the floor, and smiled with his lips. "Why thank you, Dorothy," he thanked Dorothy.
He thought she was pretty dumb. "You're pretty dumb, Dorothy," he said, buttering his toast with butter.
Dorothy slapped him with her hand. His facial cheeks flushed maroon red with shocked surprised amazement.
"How dare you call me dumb!" Dorothy yelled, waving her fist in the air around her with her fingers curled tightly inward and her arm moving back and forth.
"I just think you're very redundant, I think," he thought.
She shook her head, above her shoulders. "Redundant?" she repeated, questioningly.
He nodded, using his neck.
"Well," she said, "I think you're pretty repetitive too as well, Ted, also," she told Ted.
And they continued to fight for the rest of the day, while the sun was still out.