"You're not bad-looking."
"Bad-looking? I'm extremely near to being a beauty. Look at the father I have—distinguished, delightful!"
"Oh, my dear!"
"Look at the husband the gods gave me!"
"Yes, your long-distance husband."
"Look at Ardelia! Who ever heard of such a cook? Consider my brains."
"There, I grant you."
"Besides that, I am the sole possessor of a secret which is too perfectly delicious to be true."
"Do you intend to tell this secret to me?"
"Yes, as soon as it is ripe."