Anne and I recently encountered an online (comments thread) argument about the best girl scout cookie, in which someone said "Trefoils are a garbage cookie" and the rejoinder was "You're a garbage cookie." Now periodically one of us will tell the other apropos of nothing, "No, YOU'RE a garbage cookie."
In a similar fashion, we witnessed a little girl giving her grandparents fits at a restaurant one night. They had plied her with chicken fingers, ice cream, and all the gifts she could ever want. But when it came time to go home, she stood up in her chair and declared: "I DON'T GET TO DO NOTHIN'" over and over and over. It has become the battlecry of anyone around here trying to squeeze blood out of the proverbial turnip. - MoTO Boychick Devil