“BANANA CREAM PIE. COCONUT CREAM PIE.”
“Chocolate icebox pie.”
“Lemon icebox pie.”
“Lemon meringue pie.”
A great deal of meaning lay in that conversation, an escalating clash, a conflict and resolution, an understanding and harmony, and none of it about pie. It is not worth explaining. You could never understand it.
Here’s an easier one:
“The mail hasn’t come yet.”
“It hasn’t come yet.”
“Huh?”
“I said the mail hasn’t come yet.”
“Huh?”
“It hasn’t come yet.”
“That’s what I said.”
But perhaps most to the point:
“My stomach is upset.”
“Well, you ate beans twice yesterday. Plus you are in a period of transition.”