Wisdom is not truth.

At the Library, almost 10AM:

Her: Robin! Run! There's an article on Duchamp in today's paper!
(Yes, this really has gone too far)

Later, at home:

Our hero awakes. He realizes having slept most of the afternoon. He curses. Loudly. He vows to get some work done in what little's left of the day.
He then walks down to the bar.

Even later, at the bar:

Him: Who are they pretending to be now? With the ties?
Her: i think it's the foo fighters
Me: i thought it was ac/dc. Good video though.
Her: The video's better than the song.
Me: Yeah, somebody should tell the Red Hot Chili Peppers that there are another fortynine american states to sing about.

(for reference)