Roswell1999

[Michael is fixing up a bumper for Maria's christmas gift. Isabel comes in with her arms full of presents]

Michael:
It's a bumper. For a Jetta.

Isabel:
Hmmm. How did what I said yesterday result in this?

Michael:
It meets all your criteria. It's personal, because I personally know what a bug she has up her ass about how much we screwed up her car. It's thoughtful, because I had to go to the junkyard and get it, and it's something she would never get herself for the obvious reason that her bumper's been hanging from a string for the past half-year.

Isabel:
Ok, Michael. This is what I'm gonna do. I am going to take the Christmas dog show off my calendar and take you shopping and rectify this situation.

Michael:
No. I'm not gonna get obsessed over this present. This is fine. I'm not gonna make everyone else around me miserable.

Isabel:
What are you saying? That I get obsessed and make everyone around me miserable?

Michael:
[quickly] I didn't say that.