George

Well we were all eating the raisins. And I remember you--you were eating some of the raisins. And then you left, and the raisins were gone. And I was just wondering if, you know (chuckles), maybe you took them with you.

Tom

Are you accusing me of stealing the raisins?

George

Oh, no, no--

Tom

(angry) Why would I steal a box of raisins!?

George

No you wouldn't. Nobody would. It's just that... they were missing, and... well I'm just inquiring. (chuckles nervously)