Aren’t you lucky? I randomly heard this blaring from the PF Chang’s parking lot last weekend. (No, I wasn’t eating at PF Chang’s.) The whole video’s pretty spectacular, but really, the reason we love it is the last minute, featuring the greatest outburst in a theater, ever. I like to think that she spent the last month or so of their terrible relationship quiet as a mouse, just knowing that he had tickets to Debussy or some equally lame symphony, and that she knew his boss would be there, and that he spent $400 per ticket, and that he got a demotion on Monday.
Sorry about the ads.
slumber party movies 
We’ve all dated that guy at one point or another.