In one memorable scene of Quentin Tarrantino's best movie, before he ran out of original ideas, Jules Winnfield, a smooth talking African-American contract killer, describes his trip to Europe to his friend and fellow contract killer, Vincent Vega. He points out the subtle differences between American culture and European culture:
Vincent :But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
VINCENT: It's the little differences. A nlotta the same shit we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different.
VINCENT: Well, in Amsterdam, you can buy beer in a movie theatre. And I don't mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer, like in a bar. In Paris, you can buy beer at MacDonald's. Also, you know what they call a QuarterPounder with Cheese in Paris?
JULES: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
VINCENT: No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
JULES: What'd they call it?
VINCENT: Royale with Cheese.
JULES: What do they call a Whopper?
VINCENT: I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King.
Your girfriend asks: "Dear, did you figure out which home insurance policy we should get."
You reply: I dunno, I didn't go into BurgerKing.
At this point, your girlfriend should understand 2 things. 1) You did not have time to research the topic that she brought up to provide her with a conclusive answer.
2) She should shut up and let you watch the game.