And he said, "No. Star Wars."
him: Did you see it?
me: Yeah, I've seen every Star Wars movie in the theater. Multiple times.
him: Even the new ones?
him: Oh. I haven't seen them.
me: *tight, painful smile* Sure, a certain vocal part of the fandom seems to have some problems with them.
him: Mainly, because Rey should've been a Skywalker.
him: Okay, not a Skywalker, but at least Qui-Gon Jinn or Obi Wan Kenobi-- you know who they are, right?
me: ...yes. And they didn't have kids.
him: But they could have.
him: But they were Gray Jedi.
me: Qui-Gon was Gray because he didn't follow the Council's edicts, not because he was banging space babes. And Obi Wan... wasn't Gray.
1. I can't leave. He is literally bagging my groceries.
2. He is bagging my groceries with my Old Luke bag, my BB-8 bag, my Phasma bag, my Rey bag, and my YET ANOTHER BB-8 BAG.
3. He is putting a new Star Wars shirt into the Star Wars bag.
me: She is. Her parents were space trash who traded her for drinking money. They're buried in a pauper's grave on Jakku.
him: But she has to be SOMEBODY.
me: SHE IS SOMEBODY. SHE IS THE LAST GODDAMN JEDI. IT'S RIGHT THERE IN THE TITLE.
me: If you saw the movie, you'd know that it *was*.
him: But the whole point of Star Wars is that--
me: The whole point of the current trilogy is that failure is real and not everything goes to plan, but you've gotta keep trying.