A shouted conversation while watching TV downstairs in the bedroom while the spouse remained upstairs in the living room:
“Hey!”
“What?”
“What is that music?”
“Nothing!”
“You’re watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire again, aren’t you?”
“No!”
“Yes you are! Don’t lie to me. I know the music by now, you’ve watched it so many times.”
“It’s not Harry Potter! It’s porn!”
“Bullshit! It’s Harry Potter! AGAIN! How many times can you watch that movie?”
“You don’t want to know!”
“Don’t make me come down there. You’d better be watching porn if I do.”
