[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.
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.
H: Under my embonpoint.