Alternatively:
The woman: do you really love me?
Grog: hang on, honey, can’t you see I’m perched on top of this ladder trying to get the Christmas lights down?
The woman: OK, if you don’t have time to tell me you love me then I guess you don’t.
Grog: huh? Hang on honey, of course I love you. I don’t want to fall off this ladder though. But I really do love you.
The woman: oh, all men say that, especially when they want sex.
Grog: well, I wasn’t actually thinking about sex right this minute.
The woman: see, you don’t love me anymore…we used to do it all the time, now I have to beg you for it.
Grog: but baby, we did it this morning.
The woman: only because you thought you had to.
Grog: no, no, I really wanted to.
The woman: no you didn’t, I can tell when you really want to or not.
Grog: honest, honey, I really DID want to.
The woman: anyway, remember that time five years ago when you said you thought my sister was cute?
Grog: er, no I don’t.
The woman: yes you do. It was on a Sunday evening right after that episode of Cheers where the mailguy lost his package.
Grog: I really don’t remember. Anyway, your sister might be cute, but you’re beautiful.
The woman: oh, now you’re just trying to get off the hook. I think you think she’s prettier than me.
Grog: no, honest, I don’t.
The woman: then why did you tell me that, five years ago?
Grog: well, I don’t remember telling you. What does it matter?
The woman: it matters because you don’t love me anymore.
Grog: but I do, honey…honest.
The woman: anyway, can’t you hurry up taking those lights down, you promised to clean up the garage this afternoon and mom and dad will be over later and I’ve got a headache.
Grog: sure, sweetie, just give me a kiss.
The woman: God…MEN…all you think about is sex.