Erin: (with sarcasm) Um what is requiring so much brain power from you right now?
Noah: I'm wondering why you're such a meany poo. What do you think I've been doing all night since dinner, just sitting on my butt?
Erin: (thinks for a moment) Well, yeah.
Noah: You know what? I'm mad at you.
Erin: (with genuine surprise, as though Noah rarely has the instinct to believe he's the injured party) Oh. Well..
Noah: (cuts her off, waves hand in air agitatedly) No. I just need a few minutes to be mad.
(Exeunt Erin. 34 seconds later, Noah enters and kisses Erin)
Erin: So you're over it now?
Noah: No. (Exeunt)
(Erin rolls her eyes; re-enter Noah)
Noah: You know what? I deal with sarcastic people all day. My coworkers, and you.
(Erin just stares at him, and clearly wins the verbal sparring match with the sheer power of her rightness. Exeunt Noah)