"Remember, we've got to use up all those frozen cranberries."
"Cranberries?"
"You know, from Thanksgiving. You bought all those cranberries to make your compote."
"Cranberry compote?"
"The one you make every year. The one with oranges."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You've made it every year for the past fifty years. How could you not remember?"
"I've always used the cranberries out of the can."
"No, the cranberry-orange compote. Remember?"
"I wouldn't like cranberries with oranges. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're losing your memory."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"I am not."
"Oh, for crying out loud."