but it was months of carefully selecting only the best drippings to prepare meals for il duce.h, you made all those meals just for me, and then you went out jogging. that was my kitchen! you had no right to go in there and throw out my fat. that jar was for my coins! i needed that! you're selfish! fat collector! oh, you never appreciated, me, ever! you never, ever appreciated me! i would work my fingers to the bone all day with the kids, with the cooking and the cleaning and the laundry. and then you'd waltz in with your list of demands and not even a thank-you. that's right. debra undersnds. you wanted a thank-you? where was my thank-you? i waltzed in, huh? i dragged my ass home every day after 10 hours stuck in a suit, stuck in an office, stuck in a car. and if i needed coins to pay the tolls that gote to that job that paid for that meat that made that fat, and i don't care what you say! that's right. you don't care. you have never cared about how hard i work just to serve you. hey, i don't have to care. that's your job. on the other hand... sometimes it can be about the can