Fred: (distracted) Yeah, you look fine.
Fred: Yeah, what? What do you want me to say?
Me: I don't know, you weren't even looking.
Fred: Yes I was.
Me: Uh, no you weren't.
Fred: You ask me every day if you look okay and every day you do. For like 6 years now. You look fine, you always look fine.
Me: Well. Now I KNOW you're lying.
Me: You didn't even look and I know I don't look okay all of the time.
Fred: You always look great - it's your great personality.
Me: I want to kill you. (leaves room)