“What do you want for dinner?”
“I don’t know. What do you feel like?”
“I asked YOU. I want to know what YOU want for dinner.”
“Why do I always have to make the decisions?
“Oh jeez. Let’s go get Chinese.”
“I don’t feel it. I’m hungry but I don’t want Chinese.”
“What do you feel like?”
“I don’t know. Quit asking me and just make a decision.”
“You don’t want Chinese. You don’t know what you want so you tell me to make the decision. Then you tell me to quit asking questions. Here’s a better question: what DON’T you want?”
“I don’t want to sit around and listen to you bitch through dinner.”
“Fuck you. Let’s go get a bacon cheeseburger. I can always eat that.”
“You are what you eat so you want to be a big pile of ground up goo with grease and salt?”
Please exit through the rear door.