"tell me both sides of the story."
"...and then he spilled his soda all over me, he didn't give me any gas money even though I drove him all the way to Boston, and he didn't even kiss me goodnight!"
"Oh come on, flip me like a flapjack."
"Well, okay, he did pay for my dinner, and the soda was probably an accident. And I did offer to drive him to Boston."