Last Supper
My younger brother was a smart guy. Unfortunately, he had horrible taste in women and would rather be in a bad relationship than be alone. He was dating this little blonde whose only virtues were a pretty face and a willingness to go out with him. My wife and I met the two of them for dinner one night. All of us except his girlfriend ordered steaks.
She just wanted a salad, and while picking at it, she decided to take a few cheap shots at my wife since she is 5’9″, lifts weights with me, and wears either a size 10 or 12, depending on who’s making the clothes. Since this woman was only 5’2″ and wore a size 4 at most, she thought she was justified in saying stuff like, “How can you eat that? Don’t you care about your appearance”? She pulled that stunt at the wrong table.
My brother put aside his cutlery and said, “Shut up. I know my sister-in-law, and she’s a better woman than you or any other woman I’ve ever dated. Now finish your salad. It’s the last meal you’ll ever have at my expense”.