"Oh, sweetheart! Let's get out of the car. I want to show Arlene and Charles my window blinds. Stop the car --" Rose said.
"No, I'd rather we go straight home now,” Bernie said.
"What a drag you are! I'm pissed at you."
"Honey, we just spent an hour and a half cleaning your apartment. I'm tired and I want to go home now and chill."
"Well, don’t even think about sex. I'm feeling mad. Why can't we just take ten fucking minutes out of our day and show Arlene and Charles the window blinds?"
"Because I'm tired and I wanna go home! And aren't we supposed to go to Alice's to babysit your nephew at 3:30? It's already 2:00. I want at least a little bit of time for us to ... you know ..."
"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 this was a great opportunity to do it."
"We came down in the elevator together, they didn't say word one about it."
"They were just being polite, waiting for my invitation."
"So what's more important, showing them your window blinds or having our Saturday afternoon of luxuriating after sex? We've got to babysit little Mark at 3:00. 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.”
And thus did the pattern continue.
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