Me (to my husband, leaving the restaurant): ‘Aren’t you cold?’

He: ‘Of course not! It’s because I am a Very Tough Guy.’

Me: ‘I see. Shall we call a taxi home or rather walk?’

He: ‘Uhh, rather taxi, no walk.’

Me: ‘Pardon? Didn’t you say you were a Very Tough Guy?’

He: ‘Eeeehmmm.. of course I am. Only I feel sorry for the pavement..’