You had recently entered the elevator, but of course. You were greeted by your ex-husband, Mark. You walked over to a corner that was not-so near from Mark, facing the elevator door, Mark would slowly turn to face you and spoke in his southern accent.

Mark: "Y' never told me... What's 'yer favorite typ'a wood?"

He asked, looking up at you. You responded with:

Wallter: "I am not going to kiss you."

Mark frowned at this.

Mark: "D'aww.. Shucks, i thought i had 'y there!"