When you've been
married as long as I have-a little more than one year-you notice that
communication between you and your spouse is pretty much reduced to several key
sentences and phrases, uttered over and over, amounting to a kind of code
language. That's why people who have been married for, say, 20 years, need only
exchange a series of grunts to communicate fully.
Following is a
list of the phrases heard most often in our marriage. For fun and to test your
knowledge of normal marital relationships, see if you can guess who is speaking
in these phrases, my wife or me:
"Don't fill your
heart with hate. Then there won't be any room for the love."
"You are a real
psychopath."
"Look, I put the
lint from the dryer in my belly-button, and now it's belly-button lint."
"Let's go home,
Barbara. Let's go home."
"Don't stand by
the window like that, people can see you."
"Don't you ever
stop talking?"
"Ask for paper
in plastic. Paper in plastic!"
"Let there be
love."
"Don't you ever
do that to me in public again."
(Singing) "On the road again, we're
going on the road again, we're going on the road again, we're on the road
again!"
"Get away from
me, I'm warning you."
"Get out of the
car."
"It looks like
the sun is finally coming out, Barbara. It
looks the sun is finally coming out."
"You're scaring
me."
"Now you dance."
"Be a winner.
It's a great feeling."
"You're a laundry
asshole."
(Singing) "Lo-o-ve, soft as an easy
chair . . . "
"I'm taping
this."
"What happened
to ‘Judge not, lest ye be judged'?"
"I wasn't
talking about me not judging."
"I'm a winner,
baby. Dig? A winner."
"Don't you ever
shut up?"
"What did I tell
you about my ears."
"Don't you buy no ugly car."
"Are you trying
to kill me?"
"I have to go to
the bathroom again."
"This is where
you're getting out of the car."
"I'm hongry. This is by far the hongriest
I've ever been."
"You have sick
fantasies."
"I don't feel
good."
"Why are you so
filled with hate?"
"I don't like
people touching my clothes."
(Singing) "To dre-e-am the im-possible dream, to fight the unfightable
fo-o-e, to . . . uh . .
. "
"You are a sick
puppy."
"First I was too
hot, now I'm too cold."
"Why me, God?"
"Now you sing."
"What are you
doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are
you . . . oww!"
"Why do you
insist on driving on Mayfield Road?"
"I know I sound
like a broken record, but I forgive you."
"You're the one
filled with hate."
"You are
psycho."
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