"Who cut the cheese?", said Jane, wrinkling her nose, as an unpleasant odor wafted through the Easter party. "It smells like somebody took a crap in the middle of this room... no, it's stronger than that... it smells like *everybody* here took craps!" "Oh, it's not *that* bad," replied Jack, "you're just taking every opportunity to badmouth this party because you're not hosting it... it's sour grapes. Face it... you're no longer one of the big attractions of the local social scene, and you resent it." "Don't compare apples and oranges," retorted Jane, "you know that this place stinks, and my social status has nothing at all to do with my pointing out this obvious fact. And you're the one who's constantly trying to get mileage out of belittling me. You think you can become one of the top bananas around here by putting me in my place, but it won't work." "OK," admitted Jack, "you're right about the smell... it's probably John, whose digestive system seems to have a problem with dairy products. I wish he'd change his diet."