"Really, Sam? Another one?"
"Yes. We need another one."
"No, we don't."
"Yes we do."
"No we don't."
"Fine. I'll put the rest of my textbooks and journals on the shelves in the garage."
"Wait! What?"
"It's either another bookshelf in the den or your shelf space in the garage."
"My shelf space? I don't think so. You can take some of your tools out of commission. I need my stuff."
"Really? You need the box of unmatched screws, nuts, and bolts? You need the box of paint brushes that haven't been used since you bought this house? You need the box full of the last 15 years of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue that sits on the third shelf up from the bench that you think I haven't known about since the first time the team kept house for you after we came back from Antarctica?"
"Wait! What? How did you? I don't even want to know. Fine. You win. One more bookshelf. But I don't have to help put it together and the girls and their suits stay right where they are."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Oh and Jack?"
"Yeah."
"2002, Page 29 has nothing on the suit I just bought for our next trip to the cabin."