Some exchanges, when they flit through your mind, just cry out to be suppressed. I've always thought that in Shakespeare's "Comedy of Errors," the bit about the woman being so greasy that when the world burns she'll burn for a week longer is one of those. Here's a more prosaic one:
"How was it?"
"Oh, the usual fun-packed thrill ride. I laughed, I cried, I wet your pants."