Her: Darling, what is this doing here?
Him: Well, sugar – I thought…I thought you might know. I don’t even really know what it is.
Her: Do you think the cook made this? Is this supposed to be – dinner? And why is it right in front of me? I can hardly open my eyes up to get a good look at it.
Him: Maybe that fifth coat of mascara was a mistake.
Her: Maybe you should come here and deal with this instead of hiding behind me. It’s only something strange in a bowl. Just like lots of meals around here! But – what is it?
Him: You know I don’t deal with anything in the kitchen, my little overly-made-up pumpkin. I just show up at the table, clutching my jacket and looking like I just ate a lemon on a cocktail stick. Why you serve lemons for a snack with our martinis I’ll never know.
Her: To prepare you for the delicious main course, evidently. Darling.
The Bowl: This is Stouffer’s Frozen Creamed Chicken.
Him: Good Lord, that – thing is talking to us!
Her: At least we know what it is now.
The Bowl: You Taste A Priceless Difference! That’s what the tagline says, right under me. See it?
Her: Priceless difference indeed! I’m just going to pick up this spoon to defend myself.
Him: I’ll be down at the club, I think. I’ll just grab something to eat there.
The Bowl: Hey lady, I like what you’re wearing. It’s the same color as my packaging. Just one suggestion, though. The mascara -
Her: I know, I know. Too much.
The Bowl: Yeah, it’s a little over the top. Just like the Stouffer’s I’ve got going on. I think I might go change. Maybe you could put down the spoon and get me a martini for when I get back. And hold the lemons, please.
[I found this 1962 ad over at TJS Labs Graphic Design, for which I thank then very much.]