Steve: *proposes randomly in bed* I think I wanna marry you.
Billy: Fuck you Harrington!
Steve: Wha…?
Billy: *muttering obscenities* Now I gotta cancel the gondola and the birds. We’re still going out to eat though cause I’ve had this reservation for like six months.
Steve: Oh… well I wasn’t really proposing, I guess? We could still -
Billy: Fuck you! No take backs. You’e marrying me. End of story!