Disclaimer: I don't own the Office. But how cool would that be?
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Come on."
"This is my favorite drawing," she said, tightening her grip on the frame that contained, in her opinion, her very best work. "It took me so long to draw this, and I like it a lot." She said, widening her eyes.
"I thought you wanted people to be interested in your work."
"Well, not this particular piece." She said, turning around to place it back on the wall. It was her first art show since she had gotten together with Jim, and he was being seriously annoying. Why couldn't he understand that the drawing was sacred to her? It was the first thing she had ever drawn in his presence, and she felt like it had a little piece of him locked into it.
"It's only a drawing of my street. You can draw it anytime. I give you permission to come over and sit outside and draw it for as long as you like. If this guy wants to buy it, you should let him." He said.
"What if I make a new one and give him that one?"
"Now you're just being silly."
"I like this one best. I refuse to sell it."
"Then why did you bring it?"
"Because it makes me feel happy."
"I thought that's what I was here for?"
"No, you're here to bask in my happiness and convince people to wait an extra few days so that I can make a new copy of the drawing they like."
"I'm not doing that."
"Why not?" Okay, she was getting sick of this. "I love this picture, and it is very special to me. Can't you just use some of those sales tricks to make him wait a little?"
"Does it really mean that much?"
"I'm going to go with yes."
"Fine, but you have to make dinner tonight."
"How about we just go to the French restaurant?"
"Can we ask them to make us some French fries?"
"You mean freedom fries?"
"Deal."