Ron Swanson recognizes the only odor he can actually smell (Tammy Two), and then politely converses with his ex.
“I re-caliberated the sights on all the rifles in the shooting gallery. I’ve had enough fun for one day.”
“Oh, I know that look. Where is she.”
“She’s near. Hide the children.”
“Hello Ron, Hello, Ron’s friend.”
“Tammy, what could possibly bring you to a children’s performance? Preparing a ritual sacrifice of a newborn?”
“No, just trolling for some daddy. Oh, sorry I pronounced that wrong, trolling for some Dad-dee.”
“Diane, why don’t you take the girls for some ice cream, while I dispose of this sewer dwelling gutter witch.”