I'm ready to start a family, darling … and tonight my chart says I'm at my most fertile.
Whoo hoo … let's do it. Come here, hot mama …
Mmm … you know what I like … wait … what's wrong? What are you doing?
I'm looking for the goddamn remote.
The remote? You want to watch TV? Now?
No, not the TV remote. The remote that lets me … you know …
Oh, Jesus. Couldn't you have thought of this before?
Just be cool. I know it's round here somewhere. I'll find it in a moment. You stay there – I'll be right back …
What's this one?
What does it look like?
It's a little white thing with a sort of a wheel on top.
That's for the iMac.
Oh … Where are you going?
Living room. Maybe it fell down behind the couch cushions, that's where they usually end up … nope, nope, that's not the one. Hey, honey, I found the remote for the DVD … and three quarters … and an empty Doritos bag.
Sweetheart? I've found another one. It's sort of small, with just one button.
Could be. Let's give it a try.
What's that grinding noise?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Garage door opener.
How about this one?
OK, maybe this one?
Burglar alarm. For Christ's sake, don't press anything - it's linked to the police station.
Wait … yes! That's it, that's the one. OK, fire that sucker up - tonight I'm firing live ammunition … sweetheart? Honey? What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to sleep.
But we were going to …
That was forty-five minutes ago. I'm not in the mood any more. And since you're over there by the couch, you might as well make yourself comfortable.