Here's my favorite (and by favorite, I mean $#it that makes me want to go Scott Peterson):
Me: Hey honey, where you want to eat?
Her: Oh, I don't care. What do you feel like.
Me: Anything's fine with me.
Her: Whatever you want.
Me: Ok. How about Chinese?
Her: Ok.
*We get there and sit down to order*
Me: What do you feel like?
Her: Oh, whatever. I don't care.
Me: Well I heard (insert whatever dish here) was good.
Her: Ok.
*skip 20 minutes. She eats like 1/8th of her meal and pushes the plate away.*
Me: What's wrong?
Her: I already ate here twice this week, when we went to luch at work. I'm just kind of tired of chinese.
Me: WTF didn't you tell me that before we came here then?!?
Her: I don't know. You wanted to eat here.
Me: But if you're not going to eat the $3it what's the point?!? We could have gone somewhere else.
Her: Yeah.
Me: But if you know you're not going to eat it why....****!
