(this link, like so many others in this journal, is stolen from Nikki's. Probably ought to acknowledge that...)
Call me an old cynic, but I love the thought of this not working.
- Chrissy: How are your numbers?
Joe: A few hundred short. Marry me anyway.
Chrissy: Nope. You lost the bet. We're breaking up now, and you have to wear a dress to work for the next month. And buy me a car.
Joe left out all those details...