Witty, wise response, Bethie. But I think violence gets you everything in life. I would have grabbed the nearest glass object - ashtray, perhaps - smashed it against the table and then prodded it into her neck.
"I need an ambulance!" She'd scream, to which I'd respond, "And I thought I was fucking high maintenance."
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
