"No, I'd rather we go straight home now."
"What a drag you are! I'm like totally pissed now."
"Honey, we just spent an hour and a half cleaning your apartment. I'm tired and I want to go home now and have relaxation time."
"God, this is total boner kill. Like you and I are really gonna have relaxation time. Why can't we just take ten fucking minutes and show Arlene and Charles my window blinds?"
"Because I'm tired and I've reached my limit. And aren't we supposed to go to Alice's to babysit the kids at 3:30? It's already 2:00. I want at least a little bit of time for us to have sex."
"So that's what this is all about, huh? You wanna get laid? That's awful selfish of you. Arlene and Charles have been wanting to see my blinds for weeks and all we had to do was take ten fucking minutes."
"We came down in the elevator together, they didn't say one word about it. Not a single solitary word."
"Just being polite, waiting for my invitation."
"So what's more important, showing them your window blinds or having our Saturday afternoon pounding and luxuriating time? We've got to babysit at 3:30. Yeah, I do wanna get laid. Hardly a crime, especially since I just gave you two hours, cleaning your apartment so your sister could use it for her big date tonight."
"What's really going on, honey?"
"Oh, never mind, I'll just sit in the car. You show them the blinds. But no sex this afternoon ..."
This is how Bert and Ernie's sex life died.
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