Actual conversation between me and the wife:
(driving home from buying groceries, and passing Wild Billy's Bar and Grill, the trashy neighborhood sports bar)
Wife: I think I want to go to Wild Bill's Bar sometime.
Me: You mean Wild Billy's Bar and Grill?
Wife: Yeah, whatever it is.
Wife: Because I want to be the prettiest girl in there.
Wife: Girls like going to places where they're the prettiest girl there.