"Pass the nachos man."
"I haven't got the nachos I thought you were bringing them."
"When did I ever say I was bringing the nachos? I told you to bring the nachos, I specifically remember telling you to put them up your shirt."
"OK man no sweat, we'll just have to stop by the nacho dealer. He's a little further up Santa Monica beach here."
"This isn't Santa Monica beach, it's Dorset."