Slim adjusts my tie for the second time that day. Three hours later, we're watching Justice Alito from Table 42.

Me: "Hey, Alito's tie is crooked."
Slim: "When you're a Supreme Court justice, I'll let you have a crooked tie."

Separately, Justice Scalia praising his wife: "She raised nine kids, with very little help from me, and there's not a dullard in the bunch."

Different semi-serious conversation, while we're waiting for Brian to figure out how to put on a tux:
Slim: "I haven't had a time to read [a particular book we'd been discussing]."
Me: "Yes you have, you're always reading that other book."
Slim: "What other book?"
Me: "I don't know, that other book with the dragons or whatever."
Slim: "What is it with you and dragons? I'm not reading anything with dragons. You don't even know what books I'm reading."
Me: "They all blend together into one grey Clan-of-the-Cave-Bear mess with a dragon on the cover."
Slim: "First of all, Clan of the Cave Bear wouldn't have a dragon on the cover, it would have a bear cave-man. Second, my books are better than those 'Oh, I'm a bitter young Jewish man coming to terms with society' books you read, Philip Roth. 'Oh, the blond girl won't sleep with me.'"