Man and Woman approach counter at fast food source to order. . .
Man: I would like some onion rings please, and some. . .
Woman: You do NOT need onion rings. You are going to clog your arteries and die, and then where will I be? That's right, I will be alone with the kids, and they won't. . .
Man: Oh stop PMS-ing.
Woman: I am not PMS-ING, I am just hormonally imbalanced.
Man: I was thinking more along the lines of "fucked up."
Woman Grabs baby out of man's arms and leaves the store crying
Woman: I am leaving.
Man: I'll have some onion rings please, and. . .
Woman Re-enters and stands quietly at mans side
Woman: You have the keys.