Her: You love your planes more than me!

Me: And your point is?

Her: My point is that you love your planes more than me!

Me: whenever I tell my plane to do something, it does it. If I told it to dive into the ground and destroy itself, it would do it. No questions asked. So my plane loves me more than YOU do. When I get THAT kind of cooperation from you, you'll have a case.

Then I pick up my clothed from the front lawn and beg to be let back into the house