Me: Honey, you remind me of an onion. Wife: Because I have so many layers to my personality? Me: No... Wife: Oh, OK, something stupid like you'll cry when you slice me up? Me: No... Wife: OK, OK, you'd prefer it if I was battered? Me: No... Wife: You either love me or hate me? I'm good in small doses? I can be overpowering?... Me: No... Wife: Oh, alright, why then? Me: You smell like onion.