He: “I beg your pardon?”
She: [repeats]
He: “I’m sorry, I still didn’t get that.”
She: “What are you, deaf?”
He: “Um, increasingly so, yes.”
She: “You just don’t listen.”
He: “You were talking fast and mumbling, and there was background noise.”
[Later]
He: [shouting downstairs] “Bye honeybunch, have a nice day. By the way, does it bother you when I call you ‘honeybunch’?”
She: [shouting from the bathroom upstairs] “I beg your pardon?”
He: [shouting a little more loudly, repeats verbatim]
She: “What?”
He: [Changes angle of head so he's pointing mouth as directly as possible towards bathroom upstairs] “Does. It. Bother. You. When. I. Call. You. Honeybunch???”
She: [aside to daughter] “What’s your father saying?”
He: [at slightly reduced volume] “Glorkblerggagangblerk.”
She1 and She2: “We can’t understand you.”
He: “Glorkblerggagangblerk!”