Don't argue....

A while back, I picked up a lovely date at her parents' home.

I'd scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.

She ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Oysters. Lobster. Champagne . The whole nine yards

I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?"

"No," she replied, "but my mother's not expecting a root tonight."

So I said, "and what would you like for dessert?"

Classic!