Bob: Alice, you’re not funny. You’re boron me to death.
Alice: That’s only because your funny bones argon.
Bob: Hmm, I guess I lead you into that one.
Alice: There is not a silver of humor in what you say. My jokes are comedy gold.
Bob: That’s what you zinc.
Alice: I was chlorine the snow off my car this morning with that new brush. It works just as xenon TV. Anyways, my husband slipped on some ice and hit his neon the driveway, so I had to drive him to the emergency room. I was really fluorine it there. Then the doctor said he wasn’t sure whether to helium or curium.
Bob: I’m clearly out of my element here…
At a different time, I had a conversation with my mother that ended up leading to creating this PSA: