(Two impossibly well-appointed twenty-something models in Soho)
Him: ...and like, the meeting and all, the whole thing, God, it was SOOOO retarded.
Her: I know, I know.
Him: I mean if they want to...wait...do we even say 'retarded' anymore?
Her: I don't say it anymore, but, you know, YOU can.
Him: Oh sure! Like leave me hanging out on the retarded branch! Like Hellllooooo? Last passenger on the good ship "Retarded" could you please report too the POOP DECK? I'm sooo sure...
Her: I'm so sure? Did you just say "I'm so sure?"
Him: It's retro
Her: OOhhhh....right.