In a parody of life imitating art, I was reminded of this scene by the following conversation this morning:
Brian (whispering): Leave the light on, I'm going to have a shower (after I walked out of our ensuite this morning
Kylee: What?
Brian (still whispering but a bit louder): Leave the light on, I'm going to have a shower
Kylee: What? I still can't hear you. You'll have to talk louder.
Brian (yelling and his voice cracking): I SAID, LEAVE THE BLOODY LIGHT ON
Kylee: You don't have to yell. I'm sick. My ears are blocked, I can't hear shit
Brian: Yeah well I'm sick too and I have no voice.
LMAO
Brian (whispering): Leave the light on, I'm going to have a shower (after I walked out of our ensuite this morning
Kylee: What?
Brian (still whispering but a bit louder): Leave the light on, I'm going to have a shower
Kylee: What? I still can't hear you. You'll have to talk louder.
Brian (yelling and his voice cracking): I SAID, LEAVE THE BLOODY LIGHT ON
Kylee: You don't have to yell. I'm sick. My ears are blocked, I can't hear shit
Brian: Yeah well I'm sick too and I have no voice.
LMAO
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