[Ignores that question in favor of banging his head against the fridge door.]

Seriously? You give me all this shit about being an idiot for doting on the ladies and giving 'em what they want but you can't even pick a friggin' meal when I do ask you!

[Whips around to glare at him because for some reason this is very irritating, who even knows why, it's been a weird day, okay. Or week. Or couple of months, fucking shit.]

Tell me what the hell you want for dinner, dammit!