oh really

"In less than two hours Simon is picking me up, and we're going to Maui for the weekend."

“Oh, really.” The line was silent for a moment. “And just what are his intentions in this romantic getaway?”

Well, one day when she got tired of my seemingly spaced-out replies she let me have it. She responded with, "Oh Mommy, I had a horrible day. First I lost my lunch pail and the teacher wouldn't let me go to the office for help. Then I got upset and jumped off the building." My response was “Oh really, darling, that is wonderful.” She started raising her voice and said “See, I knew you were not listening to me. You don't really want to know how my day was, so why do you even ask me?” That was it. I felt terrible.

'It's a sniper' shouted the bush.

‘Oh really! Did you hear that boys, it's a fucking sniper. What am I? Am I talking in Czechoslovakian or what? I know it's a fuckin' sniper.’