(An evening. Palinode and The Lotus wish to compound their slothfulness with fatty food.)
Lotus: What do you want? There's always something we can't agree on...
Palinode: How about pepperoni and mushroom?
Lotus: (carefully studying yellow pages ad) Okay...
Palinode: How about pepperoni and mossroom pizza?
Lotus: (still studying ad, clearly not listening) Okay.
Palinode: Why don't you call them up and order some fungus-bungus pizza?
Lotus: (finally, gratifyingly paying attention, which is all that her husband ever asks of her) Yeah. I'll look real cool ordering fungus-bungus pizza.
Palinode: (makes 'phone fingers') HEY HEY HEY, I WANT A THIN CRUST FUNGUS-BUNGUS PIE, THAT'S THE PIZZA PIE THAT SATISFIES, thanks.
Lotus: Pizza 'pie'?
Palinode: (can't stop with the 'phone fingers') GIMME AN EXTRA LARGE FUNGUS-BUNGUS PIZZA WITH A BUCKET OF NUGGETS ON THE SIDE, THAT'S RIGHT THAT'S RIGHT thanks goodbye.
Lotus: (back to studying the ad) Where do you get 'fungus-bungus' from?
Palinode: It's an old... Basque... recipe.
Palinode: Fungus-bungus. Now that -
Lotus: That's some comedy gold.