“Are you going to call the cops if we smoke weed?” (I’m not a narc.)
“You’re really just avoiding the carbs, aren’t you?” (Sexist and condescending.)
“You didn’t want to come out with us, right? We’ll be getting drunk.” (Let me decide if I can handle it.)
“This is called bour-bon. It’s a type of whisky. Do you know what that means?” (I don’t drink, but I’m not clueless.)
“You poor, poor girl.” (I’m fine, stop pitying me.)