hubby: So what do you want for Christmas?
that girl: Nothing really.
hubby: Would you like something for the kitchen?
that girl: No. I’m not Betty Crocker and I’m not a wife from the ’50s.
hubby: Would you like a griddle?
that girl: A griddle? You seem to want a griddle. I don’t want a griddle.
hubby: I want you to have a griddle.
that girl: I want you to have three new pairs of women’s shoes.
hubby: What size would you buy?
that girl: It doesn’t matter. I want a griddle as much as you want women’s shoes.
Annnd scene! Happy Holidays and whatnot.