Alright, I’ll tell you about the dream I had last night.
Several older women—I guess your mum and a couple of your aunts—were trying to match you with that famous movie director. And I stood there, saying nothing, convinced he had nothing to offer you that I didn’t.
Suddenly, we found ourselves in an undefined take-away chip shop (remember, it’s a dream) and guess who’s there? That same director. You acted like you didn’t notice him, but somehow, I ended up home with two meals just for me.
So, that’s why I don’t want to see that movie tonight.