[Enter Husband from left. He has just taken a shower, and is wearing only a towel fixed round his waist.] Wife [pointing at husband’s fairly ample midriff]: What’s that? Husband: That? That’s my embonpoint. W: Your what? H: Embonpoint. That’s my embonpoint. W: That’s not a word. H: Is so. W: Well, it’s not an English word. H: If it’s in the dictionary, it is. I bet it’s in the dictionary.* W: It’s flab, that’s what it is. H: Embonpoint. W: Flab. Gut. Beer belly. You should get rid of it. H [feigning outrage]: Get rid of my embonpoint? Never! W: Om bom pom, phooey. You give it fancy name, doesn’t make it beautiful. It’s flab. You need to exercise more. H: No time. Too busy working to support my family. W [scornfully]: Hah! You worked much harder when we first got married, but didn’t have om bom pom. What happened to your six-pack? H: It’s there. W: Where? H: Under my embonpoint. – *Correct: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/embonpoint