Sgt. Lucky: I have a twitch in my eye. I had one in my leg earlier.
Me: You probably need potassium. Eat a banana.
Sgt. Lucky: I don’t WANT a banana.
Me: Bananas are good for you.
Sgt. Lucky: You’re obsessed with bananas. You can’t get me to eat them. I won’t do it!
Me: Wait. Since when don’t you like bananas?
Sgt. Lucky: Since you tried to FORCE me to EAT them.
Me: (Laughing.) When was that?
Sgt. Lucky: All the time! IT’S ALL YOU EVER TALK ABOUT ANYMORE.
Me: …
Sgt. Lucky: (Nearly giggling now, although in a very manly fashion.) I beg you, I plead. “Please,” I say. “Any other topic of conversation. Anything but bananas.” But no.
Me: ….
Sgt. Lucky: I tell you that I love you! I whisper endearments! I tell you that you’re the only one for me! And what do I get in return? Bananas. Well, I don’t want any.
I obviously have no choice but to start smuggling them into his lunch.
Jennie Smash 
Sardines are the wonder food that works wonders. But it doesn’t have the assonance of bananas, that’t true . . .