Actually, I must credit my sister for an awesome “comeback,” back in the mid 1970’s when she had a job at the local mall’s Cinema tearing tickets, serving concessions, etc.
This was also an era of “flashing,” where a man wearing a trench coat (…and nothing else under it!) would “flash” an unsuspecting female (usually) and then run off. Well, one summer Saturday evening, my sister Sam(antha) is taking tickets, and along comes a flasher. TONS of patrons watching this, and Sam doesn’t flinch.
She says to this guy, “OH…I’m sorry, sir, I will need to see your ticket, NOT your STUB!!!!”. Thunderous applause for Sam….perfect in every way!