I Won't Decorate, Don't Ask Me

Overheard at the swanky San Francisco Hotel:
Bratty 20-something son in sport coat: "I don't want you to come out here to decorate my place."
Wounded Mother: "But I just want to help you unpack boxes. I won't decorate."
Bratty Son: "I don't want your help."
Wounded Mother: "Fine, you won't get it."
Oblivious Father: "I'll have another Scotch. "

The SJG version would be so different:
Enabling SJG: "Sit and relax, my love. I'll unpack, I'll put away."
Adoring Son: "Will you decorate too?"
Enabling Mother: "Like you even have to ask."