Every time my step-MIL visits, she feels the need to gush about my coffee. And this is my face every time. All I can think of is the scene:

Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules.

Jules: What?

Jimmie: I don’t need you to tell me how ****ing good my coffee is, okay? I’m the one who buys it, I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it, I want to taste it. But you know what’s on my mind right now? It ain’t the coffee in my kitchen, it’s the dead **** in my garage.