Topic: Complete utter nonsense
Mr. Diva walks into the utility room and as he passes Diva, gooses her with a pair of needle-nosed pliers. (Ah the romance)
Diva: Whoo! (slaps his hand) Whatcha doin', hon?
Mr. Diva: (incoherent mumbling)...screw in my tire...
Diva: (drops the laundry she'd been folding) Well, alright, but it'll probably be kinda crowded.