INT Evening - Basement Family Room
Matt and Mindy are watching an old Seinfeld rerun.
Mindy: So about how much do you weigh?
Matt: Probably 175.
Mindy (aghast): What?
Matt (watching George Costanza act like a jerk): What. What.
Mindy: Are you sure? I mean, you must weigh at least 180.
Matt: No, maybe a few years ago. I'm pretty sure it's 175.
Mindy: But you don't know. I'm sure it's more.
Matt: Who cares?
Mindy: I went to the doctor last week.
Mindy: I weighed 174.6 lbs.
Matt (weirdly impressed): Oooh, good job, Moo-moo.
Mindy (voice rising): I CAN'T weigh more than you. I can't!
Mindy: It's just not right. It's not right. You're six feet tall. You're taller than me.
Mindy: SO I CAN'T WEIGH MORE THAN YOU!!!! It's wrong.
Matt: Oh well.
Mindy: If I laid on you, would you be able to push me off?
Matt: I don't know.
Mindy (forlornly): Probably not. I would smother you. Would you still love me if I stayed humongous?
Matt (smiling): Probably not.
Mindy: You are a horrible person.
Matt: Maybe. But I'm not a chubby chaser.
Matt starts laughing as if this is the funniest thing ever said in the history of mankind.
Mindy: I still think you weigh 180.
Matt: Whatever makes you feel better.
Mindy: I said, 180!