Iceman: Will you do anything at the weekend? Maverick: I dunno. Iceman: You're lucky I know. You have a date with me on Saturday.

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Iceman: Will you do anything at the weekend? Maverick: I dunno. Iceman: You're lucky I know. You have a date with me on Saturday.
* Mav somehow catches Ice and Sli gossip . *
Mav: Go on , pretend that I'm not here .
Sli: We don't see you anyway .
Ice: Yea, we're blind to under 6 feet .
Mav: I'm not dead , though .
Sli: He didn't say 6 feet under .
Ice: Yea, actually, I said--
Mav: SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP!!! TWO! OF! YOU!!!
"Y'know, Jake, I think it's high time we addressed this little issue we have."
Jake furrows his brow at Bradley, putting the remote down: "What issue are you talking about?"
"C'mon, now, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's about the left side of the bed," Bradley replies, his voice tings with frustration.
Jake chuckles, thinking it is merely a joke: "Are you seriously bringing this up? It's just a bed, Brad."
Bradley's eyes narrow, a smidgen of anger finds its way into his voice: "Just a bed? Jake, one of us will use the left side of the bed for at least twenty years."
Jake shakes his head, a mischievous grin is playing on his lips: "Hey, twenty years is the ceiling of our future?"
Their playful banter escalates into a full-blown argument when neither seems willing to back down. They throw petty insults at each other, each is refusing to compromise:
"I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this!"
"No, it's not about the bed. It's about--"
"Nothing will be solved, if you're going to keep acting selfish!"
Later that evening after calming down, the two husbands-to-be meet up in the kitchen, the weight of their argument is still heavy in the air. Jake pulls out a coin and tosses it in his hand, gazing at Bradley: "Aight, here's the plan. Let's each make our case and whoever convinces the other, gets the left side."
Bradley nods firmly, he's ready to argue his point: "Look, Jake, I'm not saying I need the left side more than you."
Jake listens to this intently, surprised by the passion in Bradley's voice. He gathers his own thoughts before responding: "Is it what I understand it is?"
Bradley sighs. Jake raises an eyebrow. Bradley can't help but chuckle. Jake is relieved.
Nobody would believe they'd solve this like this.