I had one of those 'sleep-over' dates last summer where the girl brought a bag of clothes etc. Well, I was cooking some bad ass corned beef for dinner, and she'd already had like 7 shots of tequila and was getting belligerent and saying I should do this or that to my house...making fun of various dust bunnies etc. I called her into the kitchen to taste the corned beef and she complained.
Well, my corned beef if awesome, so I said "You know what? I think we should just call it quits and you should probably go home"
She gathers up her stuff in a big huff, winds up and kicks a hole in the wall...says to me "What do you think of that?" I said, "At least that hole doesn't complain constantly...now get out."