Sorority girl and fraternity boy at the baseball game. (With another couple, late arrivers and early leavers.)

First there is some complaint on his part about the inadequacy of her costume last Halloween.

He: You said you'd have a good costume, and all you do is dress like a Slim Jim. I thought you'd have something sexy, and you can't do anything better than a Slim Jim.

She: I liked it. Even my brother said it was cute.

The conversation is prompted by a need for costumes for an upcoming day at school, where you show up in costume and start drinking at 6 a.m. Perhaps they should go as Cameron Diaz and Ben Stiller from There's Something About Mary. She has the hair for it.

Or --

He: I think you should dress up dominatrix style, with leather, and a collar, and boots, and I could lead you around on a leash.

She: I'd be the one leading you on the leash.

He: What?

She: That would make sense. Me leading you.

He: What?

. . . . after some discussion, she teases him

She: I wear the pants in this relationship.

He: [his big comeback] The retard pants.