Husband wakes at 4:30 a.m. to find his wife gone. Investigating, he finds her slumped on the couch in the living room.
Husband: “What’s wrong?”
Wife, miserably: “I dreamed that the roof sprang a hundred leaks, and I couldn’t get hold of any roofers and my insurance company wouldn’t answer the phone and every time I got a pot under a leak, a new one sprang up and no one would help me.”
Husband, sympathetically: “I’m sorry, dear.”
Wife: “Also, I was married to my sister.”
Husband, wryly: “Personally, I would have made that the headline.”
- More dialogue I’d like to use in a book someday (BostonWriters)
- Scraps of dialogue that distract me while driving (BostonWriters)