Actual bedroom conversations from my home:
(Not a clue how this one began last night):
A: "How come you didn't wanna be a librarian?"
B: "I just hated that darn Dewey Decimal System."
A. "Yeah. Dewwwwey. What a stupid name. Why'd they name it that, anyway?"
B: "Um, I'd guess it's the name of the actual Decimal System guy."
A: "Hmm. Yeah, but still, it woulda been better if he'd named it The Super-Fantastic Decimal System." (pause, then sadly) "There'd be a lot more librarians, I bet."
(And from tonight, upon witnessing the second telelvision show in as many weeks featuring a contortionist firing a bow & arrow with her feet--we have not been watching PBS lately):
B: "Is this a...a thing? I mean, is this a specific sub-genre of live entertainment that we didn't know about? Do we not go to enough circuses?"
A: "I don't know, but there oughta be more of it."
B: "Oh, so you like the female-contortionist-archery-show?"
A: (nodding enthusiastically, grinning)
B: "OK, these acts have obviously been honed in front of an audience SOMEWHERE. Where do you perfect your contortionist-archery act?"
A: "I don't know, but we need to GO THERE."
B: "Because we need to see more of it?"
A: "Because they might have contortionist cotton-candy, and a contortionist hot-dog stand..."(quiet, awestruck voice) "contortionist RING TOSS."
A: "Personally, I think it's cool when those Japanese guys tie 18-wheelers to their weenies..."
You understand, this was only a little break we took from our simultaneous speed-chess/Sudoko challenge, and before we began our nightly RE-translating of Beowulf.