Dialogue

Scene: A quiet suburban street on a beautiful spring day. Two children tossing a big rubber ball shout and laugh in the sunshine. 

Me: Ah, the laughter of little children.

My spouse and me [in unscripted unison, in hoarse villain voices]: How I hate it.

The secret to a strong union: A shared love of Simpsons-esque jokes.

Also a shared hatred of child-esque merriment.