Wherein we spend the weekend arguing by quoting Knocked Up

“She goes apeshit over bubbles. I wish I loved anything as much as that kid loves bubbles.”

“You wanna have sex tonight?”
“Ugh, I dunno, I’m really gassy. Do you really want to?”
“Why don’t you just wake me up in the morning and we’ll do it then?”
“Whatever.”

“Fuck you, hormones!”

“Your face looks like Robin Williams’ knuckles.”

“You think because you don’t yell, you’re not mean. This is mean.”

“I’m going to murderball you!”