In this society, women constantly hint around at things they really want by taking other ways of speaking and talking out of context and using it against you. So, to clear the confusion. I've done some translations of dialogue frenquently used by ill-informed and misguided women.

We need to talk.
Oh shit, YOU need to explain some trite bullshit she is too shy to just throw in your face, this is usually a fence for something you've fucked up. So, this his really means, "You've done something bad, you need to talk and tell me why you did it and coax me into believing it will never happen again." This is a crock of shit. The context for this is always when she's around a friend that she hates but is too afraid to say something about her to her chubby ass face.

[Insert your name here], ugh / gah / sigh
This means, "I'm frustrated with you; but I lack the intellect required to properly address what you've said in an adult manner, so for now, or until I learn, I will cross my arms and pick apart everything you say in an attempt to make myself look more intelligent. More often than not, this same girl would love to rip into you, and perhaps scar you emotionally. But, since her 4th grade vocabulary consists of too many happy rainbows and seeing dogs run, and play, she will express her utter contempt with watered down and contrived body language. The big sigh followed by turning over, facing away from you, means they are so frustrated that their tiny female brain cannot quite outwit you enough to put you in the place they wish you to be in.

I'm tired of fighting.
I blow everything out of proportion and look to you for answers for my failure. Thus; translation: I'm tired of making a scene and big deal out of every minor thing you say. This usually comes from the same type of dipshit that will lie to you - and after you get mad [about her lying] she will then cry and ask you to apologize. I'm tired of fighting, because since I hold nor the patience or brain capacity to in any manner refute your present arguments, so when I think I have a chance, I might not be so tired of fighting.

How do I look?
Translation: I'm either on my period or someone said I was ugly, I now need you to re-boost my self esteem to a tolerable level. OR, she's fishing for compliments since her life is dependant on them. You look super you shallow bitch. Now put something on before we miss the fucking movie. I mean seriously, asking someone how you look is nothing but fishing for a compliment to further push along your already shallow mindset. To a girl the look is everything. Feelings are shallow, and so is the make up lining covering their acne. "How do I look?" is synonymous for "feed me a compliment so my ego can jump-start from down in the dumps depressed girl to conceited girl who kills the guys once more".

I'm on my period / I have a headache / I'm not in the mood.
Meaning: the last time you fucked me, you rammed me so hard I am still sore when I walk to the shitter. Perhaps it could mean: I don't want to fuck, but since I seem to forget that jerking off is just as good for guys, I'm going to tease around at your dick for a while and then when you try to do something I'm going to spring my non-fuckery trap on you; just to see your defeat. Since I cannot defeat you in any intellectual battle, I will defeat you in the bedroom with my shallow quips about my head hurting (Although most guys wouldn't planning on touching your fucking head) Shit, you can go back to sleep for all I care. Still the same for me.

Can you help me with [insert pre-school shit here]?
This is what I call a credibility killer. This really means: I'm too worried about curling my hair on the ends of m finger-tips to worry about learning anything for myself so you can do all of this for me and I'll reward you with shallow comments and perhaps physical pleasure. Would it be that hard to just learn the shit yourself? I mean, these kind of questions give you no weight when in an intellectual argument, or when you're trying to prove your guy friend wrong and he says: "When you can do your own algebra, you dingy slut, I will then listen to your heated arguments on how orange is NOT the new pink".

My feet hurt.
Buy me new shoes, or me and my scamps will sit around in our sewing circle and talk about how cheap you are.

I'm cold.
Give me all of your cover, or I will either
a) Stop fucking you.
b) Moan so loudly you miss key points in a given movie.
c) Turn on some mainstream hip hop shit the next time you're in her car as she reminds you how you kept her cold and how now it's time for her bland payback as she blasts her 50 Cent dope rhymes that she's heard 50,653 times in the last hour.

You never talk sweet to me.
I watch too many soap operas and romantic comedies. I want you to be the quick witted and shy, yet brooding and mysterious, stranger that dazzles me with Shakespeare-esque one liners, normally referring to the moon, or the sun, something that they would think to be "deep." (sun, moon - deep shit) At the end of the movie we're so supposed to fall into bed and reach one huge silmultaneous orgasm, when it doesn't happen I will go behind your back and tell my friends how awful you are in bed. All girls moan, but no girls really sweat.

My stomach hurts.
I have to shit. But, my image is far too prestigous to say anything that degrading. For now, I will complain about my stomach hurting; if someone later asks I will simply state that I couldn't stay out of the bathroom. Which means "I shit myself damn near to death".