9:45 on a weeknight. We’ve just gotten home.

Me: “You wanna… ?”
Her: (mischievously) “You want to, don’t you?”
Me: “Well, yeah.”
Her: (looks at clock) “I dunno…”
Me: “I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.”
Her: “Yeah, what the hell!”
Me: (takes off shoes)
Her: (takes off shoes)
Me: “We’re talking about the same thing, right?”
Her: “Six Feet Under?”
Me: “Yeah. Let’s go.”