In the evening, when the sun dips in the sky and the folks relax, Schmutzie and Palinode fit their
long lean toned tanned presentable bodies onto the couch and watch the CSI Miami.
Palinode: Hey, this scene here. With all that flapping plastic tacked to posts. It reminds me of that bit in Lethal Weapon.
Palinode: Lethal. Weapon. The movie.
Palinode: Mel Gibson is a renegade cop who can dislocate his shoulder. (Pause) Remember?
Palinode: And Danny Glover? The irascible sidekick who had a thing for home renovation? Handy-with-a-nailgun-Danny-Glover? You remember the nailgun.
Palinode: And bad guys. Man, were there bad guys. (Pause) Remem-
Schmutzie: I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT LETHAL WEAPON! I'M TRYING TO WATCH CSI!
(Long pause. At least ten seconds.)
Palinode: You know - (stops, waits for reaction) - I think - I'd like to see Lethal Weapon again. (stops once more) And I think the only thing - the only thing standing in my way of seeing Lethal Weapon - is -
Schmutzie: I'm what's standing in the way you watching Lethal Weapon? That's what you were going to say?
Palinode: No, I was - I was going to say -
Schmutzie: You were going to say me but I beat you to it?
Palinode: No, I was going to say... those bastards at Netflix?
Schmutzie: Yeah. If we had Netflix here.
Palinode: Lousy Netflix bastards.