Vanessa, my ex-wife, wasn’t satisfied.
“That woman’s handbag costs more than our refrigerator,” she complained.
“Then let’s hope it keeps her groceries cold.”
“Everything’s a joke to you, Daniel.”
“Not everything.”
“Look at Rob. New car, expensive vacations. Why can’t we live like that?”
“Rob doesn’t have seven children.”
“There’s always an excuse.”