This morning, Tom and I got on a plane in Paris to fly back to SFO.
Tom has a cold, and has been blowing his nose every minute. I gave him a kleenex packet from my purse, but that wasn't enough. He collected both of our drink napkins throughout the flight.
Tom: "When we land in Philly [for our stopover], I'm going to buy some food and take FIVE HUNDRED NAPKINS. God bless America."
Me: [laughing] "You don't even need to buy food to take napkins, usually."
Tom: "Oh, I'm also hungry."
... We landed in Philadelphia, and started walking toward the customs area.
Tom: "Ah, America. Time to be fat and proud of it!"
Me: "You've got half of that down." [nudging him]
Tom: "That's right -- I'm very proud."
Me: [grinning] "Of course, that's what I meant."
Tom: "And you've got the other half covered."
Both of us laughed the entire way through the customs line.