Yes, I've seen it. And I'm not telling you where it is.
What are you talking about?
You heard me. You're just going to have to do without it today.
Dear, have you forgotten the important address I have to make at the board meeting? Now, I'm not about to stand up there like a fool and have everyone staring at my funny-looking nose!
It's not funny-looking.
It is too! You know how it bends to the left.
Well, it doesn't look as silly as that rubber ball you insist on wearing.
It's not a rubber ball. It's a nose cover.
Same thing. Anyway, it's time for you to get over that silly habit once and for all.
It's my nose and I have the right to cover it if I so choose! Now where's my cover?
Why don't you think of ME for once? Do you think I enjoy walking down the street while all the kids shout "Hey, where's the clown"? Sometimes they throw rocks at me!
Look, if you don't give it back, I'm going to cover my nose with something that looks even sillier. Is that what you want?
You wouldn't dare.
Oh yeah? How about the dog. Here, Spot! There we go.
Darling, come to your senses! Those hooks are hurting him!
He'll be alright. Nobody's seeing my nose today.
OK, let's be reasonable. I'll tell you where the nose cover is if you let Spot down.
Alright, where is it?
In the middle drawer, underneath my ear curtains.