Well, it's not raining them, so...

(while walking across a parking lot)
Wife: Brr! ...Where's my cupcake?!

Gentlemen prefer... velcro

(in the heat of the moment)
Wife: You know, a gentleman would help me take off my jeans.
Husband: I guess you should've married a gentleman, then.

What exactly is in that coffee?

(at Starbucks, during a lull in conversation)
Wife: I want a llama.
Husband: ?!?