"I've got a theory about women," said Allan.
"Do tell," said Reg.
"All women hate me," said Allan. He lit a smoke. "They've made some sort of pact."
"That's not a theory," said Reg. "That's a hypothesis."
"You're red hot, you are."
"I'm pouring my heart out here," said Allan, "and you pick on my grammar."
"It's not your grammar what's wrong; it's your choice of words."
"You never give, do you?"
"I consider myself to be most generous," said Reg, "but, if I'm right and you're wrong, I will not budge."
"Forget women; I need a theory about you."
"You mean a hypothesis?"
"You need to loosen up. You need to be kinder, and a bit more flexible; not so quick to jump on people."
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick."
"You are certifiably insane."
"That's a theory."
This story was written with the inspiration of Three Word Wednesday Issue CXCII. The words are: budge, nimble and theory.