Riptide

you told me."

"Sorry, Adam, the apples aren't ripe enough. You know Sheriff
    Gaffney, he exaggerates, really, he--"
    "After I wash your mouth out, I'm going to maybe shave your
    head. Then if I'm still pissed off, I'm going to make you change
    that green tile in the bathroom, then--"
    "I'm outta here, Adam. I love you. Er, I'll buy ripe apples while
    I'm out."
    She hung up the phone.
    "BECCA!"