You don’t love me?
Yes, that's right, love is such a base emotion. Such whimpering, simpering sentiment. Oh no, you're way too good for that nonsense. No hands held in public, no languid Sunday drives, no long kiss goodnight. I don't need any more diamonds or designer handbags. Chocolate makes me break out in hives.
So yes dear, I heard you the first time. I know you don't love me--
--You adore me!
Now be a lamb and fetch me my coat and hat. I will be out with some well muscled louts I met playing cards the other week. Don't wait up for me. And don't look at me like that, the cook made a good stew so you won't starve. Yes, yes, of course I appreciate you. No, no, I wouldn't want you to throw yourself off the balcony and ruin someone's Duesenberg.
Ta-ta, dahling!