I wish i had megan fox here sitting on my lap, asking for a "good time"
Granted. As you stutter and droil trying to reply, she punches you in the face, calls you a pervert, and says she only meant to go on a casual date. She kicks you in the ribs, and as you llie on the ground, writhing in pain, she walks out, mumbing to herself that she needs to use less innuendos when speaking casually.
I wish the theatre didn't charge such outrageously high prices for concessions.