Jen: COULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!
Jen: THIS HOUSE IS LIKE AN IGLOO! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, FREEZE ME TO DEATH IN MY BED? [breathes fire and smoke billows from her ears]
Alex: Is there a quilt I can use somewhere, sweetie?
Jen: I THOUGHT YOU WERE TOO HOT!? YOU CANNOT TOUCH ANY OF MY QUILTS. THEY ARE IN THE BABY'S BEDROOM AND YOU WILL DIE A THOUSAND PAINFUL DEATHS IF YOU WAKE HIM. SLEEP OUTSIDE!
Alex: [Intentionally rolls around, coughs loudly, shuffles covers, yanking sheets, purposely trying to rob his saintly wife of the few precious hours of uninterrupted sleep that a harried, yet beautiful young mother manages to eke from her bleak existence]
Jen: Honey, is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep?
Alex: No, I'm just a BURNING to DEATH. [turns air conditioning down to the temperature of a butcher's fridge and commits other treasonous acts against sleeping humanity]
Jen: [ shivers quietly as she muffles a whimper in her pillow, which is cold from wet tears] I'm so glad we have an air conditioner that can help you sleep, my poor, exhausted husband. Don't worry. I'll take care of the kids if they wake. And if you're still asleep in the morning, I'll take your shift at the factory for you. Would you like your eggs fried or scrambled when you awaken?
Alex: [slurring his words as he drifts off into a witless dream] Whatever hon, just don't shiver so loud like you did LAST night. . . snooooooooooore. . .