"Why'd you pick this movie?" Phoenix asked and I stared at the television. We were a half hour into the most boring move I've ever watched. Not only is it in black and white but the effects are horrible.
"Why do you have this movie?" I asked him as I lifted my head up from my place on his shoulder.
"It was a gift from my grandfather," Phoenix informed me. "I've never actually watched it."
"It's not a good movie," I told him.
"Which is why I'm going to ask again, why'd you choose it?" he inquired.
"I don't know," I told him.
"When you said you wanted to watch a movie, did you have other intentions?" he asked in an amused tone.
"What?!" I asked, growing red in the face. "No! I just thought that you actually liked the movies you had and figured that you'd enjoy the movie."
"Well, your
