[A middle-aged woman and a young girl approach a man in the Harris Teeter parking lot]
Woman: Excuse me, but do you know of any good Mexican restaurants around here?
Man: Are you a Republican?
Woman: [defensively] Well! I don't see how that's relevant, but yes, I am.
Man: [inaudible] Republican [inaudible]! [walks away]
Woman: [laughs] Okay then. [looks pleased]
[A middle-aged couple and a man with a thick Slavic accent sit at a table outside of Weaver Street]
Slavic Man: [to woman] You must try the pomegranate wine!
Woman: Oh no, I couldn't. I got sick off some pomegranate wine once.
Slavic Man: [forcefully] No! You are mistaken!
Woman: [taken aback] I'm not mistaken. It happened.
Slavic Man: What you had was not pomegranate wine!
Woman: It certainly was.
Slavic Man: Pomegranate wine would make no one sick!
Woman: Well I drank some and it made me sick.
Other Man: It's true, it did.
[Two 20-ish girls sit next to each other on a couch at a small gathering]
Girl #1: I wish I had a purse that was just ... always full of pot.
Girl #2: That'd be my favorite purse.