After several failed attempts trying to stream something else on Netflix, B grew frustrated and decided to flip over to The Last Dragon instead.
C: Ugh. See ya later!
B: No, stay here and just watch five minutes of it!
C: (trying another tactic) Ooh, he has nice muscles!
B: (already gaping open-mouthed at the show, ignoring my comment) Yeah… he does.
C: Okay, I’m leaving now.
And then a roller coaster safety arm descended in front of me and pinned me to the couch.
B: You need to watch this part. It’s just ten minutes!
C: (squirming to get away) You said only five minutes. Liar!
B: Just watch this part! Then you can go! You have to watch this part!
Well, my life wasn’t dramatically altered by viewing this movie clip, but at least now I know why my husband is always running around asking if he’s the prettiest.