I'm picturing Squall and Rinoa's marriage.....

R: Squall, our children are hungry...
S: Whatever...
R: Oh come on, you HAVE to get a job! We'll NEVER move out of this trailer if you don't!
S: So?
R: Fine, I'm going to live with Zell. At least our kids can eat hot dogs there...
S: No! Rinoa! Don't leave me! You can't leave! Not now! NOT NOW!!!!! Ri... noa.......