Pertaining to an actual conversation I had at work and submitted as a page-long splurb at the Kumoricon 2004 fanfiction contest, helping me to win an award for Best Newbie Author.

    "You may as well just give up", Sakura said confidently, throwing her hair over her shoulder, "Because theres no way Sasuke would ever marry you."
    "That's quite a claim," Ino replied, foldering her arms over her chest, "because in all the time you've spent with him, he's still not interested in YOU, either. Obviously, it's because he's waiting for the perfect opportunity to speak with ME." She smirked condescendingly at her friend and rival.
    "Don't flatter yourself," Sakura rolled her eyes, "He's just shy. I know he's only interested in me, and I can logically prove it, too. I have a secret weapon that ENSURES he'll definately choose me."
    "Giant forheads aren't secrets OR weapons. You can't prove ANYTHING!"
    "Oh, shut up, Ino-Pig. You know it's true, anyways. I've allready won. And as soon as Sasuke realizes what I already know, he'll be mine. You'll see."
    "That's bull," Ino replied, rolling her eyes, "I'm far prettier than you. I don't care what secrets you think you have. Sasuke will be MINE." She tossed her hair triumphantly, as if in doing so she had won the argument.
    "I'm serious!" Sakura stated defiantly with her hands on her hips, "Listen to this; My perfect plan and final trump card."
    Ino raised a curious eyebrow at her friend.
    "I don't belong to any clan," Sakura began, "I have no special techniques of my own. But I am a decent ninja, not to mention highly intelligent, and beautiful to boot. You know what that makes me?"
    "Boring?"
    "BREEDING STOCK."
    Ino's mouth fell open. She stared at her friend, aghast.
    "You've got to be KIDDING!" Ino finally shouted, pulling her wits back about her, "Sakura, you're not breeding stock!"
    "No no, hear me out," Sakura continued coolly. "It doesn't bother me anymore, I've allready accepted my fate. I have no clan to carry on my bloodline, but with my talent, brains, and looks, I'd be PERFECT for mothering the child of any other clan. And as soon as Sasuke has his silly revenge thing and realizes that the second step to his life's goal was to revive his clan, he's gonna come looking for ME." She nodded triumphantly, foldering her arms across her chest victoriously, a smug look on her face. Ino gaped at her, a look of horrified disgust on her face.
    "That's.... that's...." The blonde struggled for words, trying to coherantly project the thoughts pertaining to what Sakura had said.
    "That's SICK!"
    "WHAT'S sick about it?!" Sakura demanded, stomping her foot.
    "EVERYTHING!" Ino replied forcefully, ""That's not romantic! That's not a victory at all!"
    "I've given up on romance. Now I'm going for reason."
    Ino stared for a moment, trying to think of a really clever responce, something that would really set Sakura straight- could she really let her friend give up on romance in exchange for rationalization? Furthermore, could she let her friend steal the object of her affections? Because DAMN, that really WAS a clever plan! Curse that huge brain of Sakura's... she WOULD think of something like that.
    Finally, with a huff, Ino sat back against her chair, folding her arms dejectedly.
    "That's not a victory."
    "Oh, but it is," Sakura grinned. "It has every makings of becoming a victory. See? What'd I tell you? I've allready won."