(INTERIOR: Cluttered house, dusk. Elegant, pretty WIFE approaches disheveled HUSBAND.)
HUSBAND: I ordered pizza. Penn Pizza Palace. Because they're alliterative.
WIFE: (frowns silently, contemplating whether or not "stupidity" is adequate grounds for divorce.)
HUSBAND: And they make Sicilian. (pause) I wouldn't order food based on alliteration. That would be silly.
WIFE: You'd have to go to the Dolphin Diner. And order Salisbury Steak.
HUSBAND: (thinks) With French Fries. And Chocolate Cake.
WIFE: That sounds pretty good!