Me: "'Scuse me..."
RX: "Sorry, I don't mean to be in your way."
Me: "No, I was going to sneak behind you so I wouldn't be in yours. Ah, the graceful ballet of the galley-style kitchen..."
RX: (instantly thrown into free-association mode) "The Spandau Ballet of the Galley Kitchen... The Galley Kitchen Goes To War... The Galley Kitchen Sees A Ghost... It could be a series of children's books!"