NIGHT. LISA and ERIK are in BED. They are TALKING and have not yet turned out the LIGHT.
LISA: I can’t believe Al is going to college in two weeks!
ERIK: She’s going to collards?
ERIK: She’s going away to collards at Corn.
ERIK: We went to the University of Cauliflower at Broccoli.
LISA: Actually, I wanted to go to Kale.
ERIK: That’s right, you did.
They attempt several more BAD PUNS, and REJECT them.
LISA: We could say that Bright went to Dart-tomahto.
LISA: Don’t groan; your puns are just as radicchio.
LISA: You started it.
LISA: You’ll have to endive.
More BAD PUNS, more REJECTION.
ERIK: Okay, okay, lettuce stop.
LISA: You only say that because there are no more puns romaine-ing.
I think it’s pretty impressive we topped the Chopin Liszt.