The Husband: Look! I can do the sprinkler! (Starts groping head and neck to do a dance move he saw on TV.)
Bluebird: You’re going to hurt yourself.
The Husband: Uh! (Hurts himself.)
Bluebird: Are you okay?
The Husband: Are you recording our conversation on your blog? Tell them I’m attempting to crunk. Crump. Cramp. Whatever. Tell them I am dropping it like it is very hot.