Just watching football.
Just thinking about dinner.
Oh, why not. Let’s live it up!
The last time I spoke with her was in 2006, and I’m pretty sure she is still angry with me.
Sadly, she died back in 1989.
I kept it as long as I could, but it was really starting to smell.
I think we’ll have to compromise on that issue.
Actually, neither one feels right to me.
It was an accident, I swear.
Yes, I’ve got it almost ready to take out.
I misread the instructions, and thought they said, “Leave it in the oven for ten hours.”
I promise I won’t put it off, this time.
Let’s meet halfway on this and agree that you’re wrong.
Yeah, sure, just throw everything in.
She said she’d be ready after work.
I can do it on my own, dammit … I’m not THAT dizzy.
Of course you’re right; I really don’t need it.
How the hell should I know? You want his answer, you talk to him.
Yes, please, Your Honor.
I’m trying to provide you information; yelling at me isn’t going to help.