Bits of talkytalk at our house recently:
Ameranth (checking on her new recipe in the oven) : "Yummy smell! And it even made extra muffins!"
Me: "You mean extra muffins just spontaneously appeared as it baked? That is a good recipe!"
As I passed by Ameranth on the way to the bathroom, she's explaining how she asked her Internet friends for soup recipes.
Me: "Hold that thought"
As the door closes, I hear : "oh, that's not going to happen"
Last night J watched the movie Hanna, and I came into the room for the last 45 minutes. The title character is a young girl who (from what I saw) is on the run across Europe trying to evade bad guys and get to her supposed father. Bred in a lab and trained to be a fighting machine, she lives (although her father kills and is killed) and the final scene is her finishing off the bad guy boss lady.
J explains the significance of the scene, which echoes the beginning scene, and he states that it was a good movie.
Me: "But what happens now? Everyone she knows is dead- how will she live? What will she do?"
J looks at me in astonishment " I don't care"
And that is why we don't usually watch movies together.