Laura: And now, nice big glasses of milk for everyone.
Jim: Yeah, except mine is warm.
Laura: I’ll put some ice cubes in it for you, dear.
Jim: Oh yeah, then I’ll have watered down cold semi-milk.
Laura: Well, that’s the milk you have.
Jim: Okay, Ms "You drink the milk you have, not the milk you wish you had" Rumsfeld. You and Rummy should get together.
Laura: At least I’m not trivializing going to war. Let’s get some perspective here.
Jim: Touché, my dear.