Bill: What about roads, bridges, public schools, your mother's health care,.............?
Jill: That doesn't come from taxes.
Bill: Yes, it does, I can show you.
Jill: Who is this talking to me? You're not making any sense. I don't recognize this person.
Mother: You're an alcoholic, I found three bottles of hard liquor in your house.
Son: So what? You have twelve.
Mother: All you do is drink all day long. Why don't I have any grandchildren? All of your friends are married, and people are starting to talk.
Son: Well, I don't care what people say.
Mother: All you do is embarrass me. If you weren't drinking all of the time, maybe you'd meet a nice girl and settle down.
Son: I have two jobs! I work all of the time, and I'm trying to stay afloat! Sometimes it's nice to come home to a drink. For that matter, you should know, since you drink five or six martinis a night!
Mother: Who is this talking to me? You're not making any sense. I don't recognize this person.