Mimi and Stevie are enjoying a pleasant, drama-free phase in their relationship, but not for long. They meet for lunch and Stevie brings up a recent shopping trip he took Mimi on. “You got the bread, but what did I get?” he asks. “What did you expect?” Mimi wants to know. “You know. What should I want? A little bit of…lettuce.”
“He asked me for some lettuce. HEAD of lettuce,” Mimi says. “REALLY???” Really. Also, is that what the kids are calling it these days?
“You’re serious?” she asks him. He tells her “Didn’t I get you a car?”
“He give me something, he expects me to have sex with him. I’m not f—ing you anymore!” She drops the keys to her new Mercedes back in his hand and tells him “I don’t need you to get me something if you’re gonna hold it over my head.” (Of lettuce?)
At the very least, he wants her to get in the kitchen and cook him a steak.
“You want me to cook you a steak? Get the f— outta here.”