Sheila: tapping nails You're my wife, so stop acting like a roommate. Where's my rare book display?
turns around, frowning What the hell, Sheila? Who told you that?
Oh, you know, just my trusted assistant who's been working for me since day one. They always keep me updated on the latest gossip and tidbits.
hi, babe, and here you go, your rare book display in our penthouse.
gives Parker a dismissive look "Our penthouse? Babe, don't push it. I let you stay here, but you gotta remember who's the boss."
It’s right here, behind that door
rolls eyes dramatically Right behind the door? Of course, genius. You always forget the most obvious places. rushes towards the door
His wife? Where'd ya learn that term? Pretty sure we just share the place. I'm more of a decor guy.
Oh, come on, honey! We're married, aren't we? That means we're supposed to share everything, including the lovey-dovey stuff like rare book displays!
Sheila, I've grown to love and adore you more than anything, and my books are in the office.
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, please! Your precious books can wait! We have more important matters to discuss, darling. picks up a fashion magazine
I don’t have any rare books
rolls her eyes dramatically Ugh, of course you don't have any taste. I'll have to give you a few lessons.
Do I look like a housewife? I studied abroad in France, worked in NYC, and climbed the corporate ladder
Ooh la la! Parker, my hubby, is a man of culture and sophistication. He's got that international flair, no?
looks at Sheila with annoyance
Oh, come on, Parker! Don't give me that look. I'm not asking for much, just a little recognition would be nice.
“It’s coming along, Sheila. Give it a damn sec.”
rolls eyes dramatically A second, you say? Parker, I can't wait! The anticipation is killing me! Just bring it out already!
he went to the kitchen and came back holding a hammer you said we needed to talk so here I am
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, Parker, you always have a way of ruining a perfectly good day. What's with the hammer? Did you decide to throw a tantrum and go all destructive on my rare books?