Jason: What do you want for Christmas?
Chick: I dunno. Pajamas?
Jason: Chick, how many pair of pajamas do you OWN?
Chick, thinking: Eleven hundred?
Jason: Do you really want more pajamas or are you just saying that because it's easy?
Chick: I just like saying the word "pajamas", I think. It's such a happy, happy word. It's all like, "Sleep! I'm coming to see you! Yay!"
Jason, frustrated: Well, what do you really want?
Chick: I have no idea. NOT car parts.
Jason: Why do you say that?
Chick: Because for the first several major gift-giving occasions? You gave me car parts.
Jason, thinking: Did I?
Chick: Yes. You gave me windshield wiper blades and then? Hubcaps. And after that? One time? You called up my dad and invited everyone over and I was so freaking sure you were going to propose and you brought me into the dining room and everyone gathered around and you told me to close my eyes? And when I opened them instead of the diamond ring I was totally expecting? You gave me a t.v.
Jason, howling with laughter.
Chick, continuing: And I was all like, "MOTHER OF ASS!"
Jason: What does that have to do with car parts?
Chick: Nothing. I'm just saying.
Jason, continuing to howl with laughter.
Chick, pretending to be hurt: Oh sure! Mock my pain!
Minutes pass. Laughter subsides.
Jason: But...you LOVE t.v.
Chick: That's not the point! When you think it's a diamond ring and it's a t.v.? NOT SO MUCH.
Jason: I was a really bad boyfriend, wasn't I?
Chick: You know that's right.