Bizza: Baby, why do you have such a chip on your shoulder tonight?
Bookie: I dunno. I think maybe I'm PMSing or something.
Bizza: Really? It's that time of the month again? It seems like only yesterday that you were yelling at me for no reason...
*Bookie glares at me before leaving the room*
Yeah... I'll probably pay for that later, but it was funny, so screw it. I'll deal with the consequences later.