“I found them!” Todd squealed.
“Found what?” mumbled his wife disinterestedly.
“My box of old hockey cards!”
“Oh?”
“They must be worth hundreds of dollars by now!”
“Really!?”
“My dad and I made them when I was a kid and I hid them away in the attic.”
“You… made them?”
“This is a massive, worthless pile of junk.”
“Don’t call my priceless rare collectibles ‘junk’!”
“They’re only ‘priceless’ because no rational-minded, intelligent person would ever agree to pay money for them.”
“Hey! I paid money for them!”
“And you’re incredibly, unbelievably stupid. Thank you for making my point for me.”