MARTY
I'm mad at you.

TROY
Why?

MARTY
I asked you last night if you washed darks and you said you did, but this morning when I went down to get my pants, they were still in the washer.

(long pause)

TROY
What question did you ask again, last night?

MARTY
If you had washed a load of darks.

TROY
And, where were they when you looked?

MARTY
In the washer.

TROY
Well, it looks as though I answered you correctly then. I 'had' washed a load of darks, I just hadn't dried them.

MARTY
You know what I meant.

TROY
I think you're just angry that you didn't ask the right question.

Believe it or not, we were laughing hysterically during the last few rounds of this conversation. Marty knew where I was going with it 30 seconds before I did.