hubby: "hey, how's it going?"

wife: "good, honey. you sleep okay?"

hubby: "sure did. dreamed about those delicious burritos you made."

*plop plop plorped ffrrrrrrrp*

wife: "oh, wow. honey, could you light a candle or something."

hubby: "i'm sorry. who's idea was it to get these toilets."

wife: "i... i'll come back."