"Babe, have you seen my watch?"
"No Richard, I haven't seen your watch!" Rose shouts angrily, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her wet naked body.
"Maybe if you stop forgetting where you put it then your ass won't have to be asking me every Goddamn time if i've seen it or anything else as a matter of fact. I mean every single day, Rose where's my socks? Babe, where's my shoes? Have you seen my credit card or the pants I had on yesterday? No, I haven't Richard!" At this point she was mercilessly pulling on the roots of her hair with a hair brush while talking to herself as if she was the one who ask herself the question.
"The last time I checked, I am not the one helping you wear your clothes so how the hell should I know where you put them? Am I your psychic now?
