The speck and the mote

She takes the mirror out and closely examines her eyes. She sighs loudly, " I'm sorry I just dont see it."

He throws up his hand in disgust and stomps around muttering. 'What a thick-headed, unbelievable...' More clearly he says, "Oh give me a break! What kind of excuse is that?"

Her eyes narrow into slits. "Wait a minute... are you sure you want an answer to that?" She pauses for effect, " Considering you are the one bringing the accusations."

"Honey," he says snubbly, "if the shoe fits."

"Yeah? Here have a look in this mirror - do you see a mote in there anywhere? OH WAIT, I think I found a speck." She snatches the mirror back.