How often have I said that? More than a few times. Yes, I realize it's manipulation. You got a problem with that? Well, do you? I didn't think so. Maybe if you had a better idea what I'm dealing with, you'd understand.
Lisa: (peacefully paying bills & enjoying music)
Ken: (walking into my office again, already talking) Something, something, blah, blah, blah.... and what the hell are you listening to?
Ken: It's 9:30 and the recruiter didn't call. She said she would call at 9:00!!
Lisa: I'm sorry. I know, it's not very professional of her.
Ken: Yeah, and Venkat called and said [a whole lotta stuff].
Lisa: He's the one who meditates.... mmm... I like him.
Ken: Uh, yeah. And [Way. More. Talking.]
Lisa: Honey, would you please get me some Tylenol?
Ken: You can't get it?
Lisa: I'd really prefer if you would.
Ken: Why can't you just do it?
Lisa: Because if you go, then the talking will stop and I'll get Tylenol.
Ken: (goes, comes back with blessed elixir)
Lisa: Thank you. Now, would you please look through your mail pile for...
Ken: Can't. I gotta take a shitter.*
Lisa: That's going on the blog.
Ken: No it's not. You always say that but don't put anything on there.
* Note to Ricky: I'm sorry. I know your delicate sensibilities are offended by this language. Unfortunately, that is exactly what he said. I'm not covering for his potty mouth any longer. Yes, his mother reads this.