Those of us who have been married for eleventy thousand years snicker at books like Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus or even the more recent He's Just Not That Into You because they are like studies that tell us we'll eat more from bigger bowls.
Duh. All obvious info.
Scene opens on living room. Nance is in her chair, reading from newspaper. Rick is lounging on floor, messing with iPhone and various apps.
Nance: (finishing news item aloud)...So! How about that? How does that sound?
Rick: (not looking up, barely audible) We could do that. That would be okay. Maybe then you would stop hating me so much.
Nance: (rather impassioned) Hating you?! Rick, don't even joke like that. I could never hate you. You could disappoint me, or make me sad, or make me angry with you, but I could never actually hate you. Not ever.
Rick: (intently looking at his phone) Why isn't there a single Arby's anywhere near where I work?