There are so many arguments that I could have won, if I had just had an evening to mull it over.

I'm reminded of the movie Annie Hall where Woody Allen is waiting in line...

    Alvy: [Hearing a man behind him rambling about Marshall McLuhan]
          What I wouldn't give for a large sock with horse manure in it.
          [Turns to the camera] What do you do when you get stuck in a
          movie line with a guy like this behind you? It's just...maddening-
    Man in Theatre Line: [Notices Alvy and walks up to him] Wait a minute,
          why can't I give my opinion? It's a free country!
    Alvy: Did-did he, he can give you- Do you have give it so loud? I
          mean, aren't you ashamed to pontificate like that? And the
          funny part of it is, Marshall McLuhan; you don't know anything
          about Marshall McLuhan!
    Man in Theatre Line: Oh really, really? I happen to teach a class at
          Columbia called "TV, Media, and Culture." So I think that my
          insights into Mr. McLuhan, well, have a great deal of validity!
    Alvy: Oh, do ya? Well, that's funny, because I happen to have Mr. McLuhan
          right here, so, so, yeah, just lemme lemme lemme — [pulls McLuhan
          from behind a nearby poster stand] — Come over here for a second.
          Tell him!
    Marshall McLuhan: I heard what you were saying. You know nothing of my
          work. You mean my whole fallacy is wrong. How you ever got to
          teach a course in anything is totally amazing.
    Alvy: [To the camera] Boy, if life were only like this!