Touchy, touchy...
Girl: What's for dinner?
Mother: You'll see.
Girl: (annoyed) Why can't you just tell me. How hard is it to use
words!?
Mother: I can't be bothered.
Girl: (dismayed) You talk a load of crap all day long, but when I ask
what's for dinner you can\'t be bothered to open your mouth and tell
me!
Where: Rye