“It was fucking garbage, Wayne.”
“Hey, cmon, I liked it.”
“Oh, you liked a mindless action movie with scantily clad Hollywood women and explosions every 5 minutes? Stop the presses!”
This argument between Wayne and Sylvia had been going on like this from the moment they walked out of the theatre right up until now, as a promising anniversary date was slowly turned sour by the Hollywood machine.
“It's not my fault if you can't appreciate the nuance and subtext of a movie like this.”