Frank: Honey?
Karen: What?
Frank: Where are my guns?
Karen: What?
Frank: Where - are - my - guns?
Karen: I, uh, put them away.
[gangs fighting each other]
Frank: *Where*?
Karen: *Why* do you *need* to know?
Frank: I need it!
[Frank rummages through another room in the shack]
Karen: Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off and breaking some dirtbag's kneecaps. We've been planning this dinner for two months!
Frank: Hells Kitchen is in danger!
Karen: My evening's in danger!
Frank: You tell me where my guns are, woman! We are talking about the greater good!
Karen: 'Greater good?' I am your wife! I'm the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!