Jeff made a mild sound of disgust as Paul pushed open the exit door.

“Don’t start.” Paul said, keeping the door open with one tethered hand.

“You never listen to me. I told you that the movie was going to be bad.”

“Hey, on your birthday, you get to pick the movie.”

“But- Rotten Tomatoes gave the movie a-”

“I don’t care.”

“You should. I feel like I just wasted two and half hours of my life.”

“Look, I just wanted to hang out with you on my birthday. The movie was incidental.”

“Then couldn’t we have gone to see a good movie?”

“Read my lips- the movie doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

“You know you’re attacking me over a movie’s quality.”

“Yeah, that’s because I just paid twenty-seven bucks in support of mediocrity.”

“Well if you were attacking the movie instead we could’ve had a good time talking about how bad it was.”

“If we saw something that was worthwhile we could be talking about how good it was too.”

They walked in silence to the car.

“I think I get it.” Paul said. “You’re a movie snob.”