Adopt a Sailor2008

Patricia:
[an upper Westside sophisticate] We New Yorkers must seem a little strange to you, huh?

Sailor:
[a "hayseed" from Turkey Scratch, AR] : Oh, I think y'all are great... a tad... uh, what's that word? Yeah, a tad provincial, but otherwise I think y'all are first rate.

Patricia:
Wait, wait. Did you just call us provincial?

Sailor:
Uh, yes, ma'am, I guess I did. I don't mean any offense. It's just an observation is all.

Patricia:
That's a little bit of stretch, wouldn't you say?

Sailor:
Why would that be, ma'am?

Patricia:
Well, maybe we're not on the same wavelength when it comes to the definition of provincial.

Sailor:
Jeez, maybe we're not.

Patricia:
Well, when I think of someone as being provincial, I think of them as being small minded - you know, being prejudiced in their views, not being open to differing influences, especially philosophically.

Sailor:
[long pause] Huh! What do you know? That's... that's how I think of provincial, too.

Patricia:
Oh...

[laugh of recognition]

Patricia:
...is that right?

Sailor:
I guess it all depends on which side of the pot you're pissin' in, huh, ma'am?