Me: If you keep treating me like this, well, you'll be sorry.
Me: When I've gone away with my millionaire and you are alone, you'll be sorry, so there.
V: I'll catch up on my sleep.
Me: Well, I will be sleeping by the Mediterranean.
V: And I'll be in my bed.
Me: (getting carried away) And I'll open my eyes and there will be the most gorgeous beach, and he'll be Austrian so we'll go to the Alps and... and... eat chocoloates!
V: And I'll go to my 'fridge and eat chocolates.
At that point I decided to refrain from wasting my pearls on certain MCPs.