After screeching to a halt upon looking up from his text message and noticing the car in front of him slowing to a stop:
"Corey, you are a baaaaad driver!"
"Not as bad as you!"
"Oh, I don't think so."
"You drive slow, people honk at you and don't tell me YOU don't look at your phone while driving."
Several minutes later.
(mumbling to myself) "I'm a bad driver, huh."
"No, you're a good driver."
"Who said you're a bad driver?"
"Oh, I did? Sorry Beetle."
I've discovered my husband has multiple personalities.
Or a very bad memory.