Conversations in a living room

Snippets between the Husband and I while watching Road House:

Me: Oh my god, it's that guy!
tH: What guy?
Me: I don't know his name, but I can never look at him the same since that episode of Criminal Intent he was in.
tH: Why?
Me: He was just...look, the next time Maria and I are together, just look at one of us and say, "How about some oral?" and watch us lose our shit.

Me: See? Watch him.
tH: Who? How About Some Oral?
Me: Yeah. He's thinking that everytime he looks at Swayze.

Me: I don't think that philosophy degree is working out for him.
tH: Wait 'til he rips out sombody's throat out.
Me: Did he learn nothing from killing that guy in Memphis?
tH: He goes all hardcore when they kill Sam Elliott.
Me: ...THEY KILL SAM ELLIOTT?!?!?
tH: You didn't know?
Me: You don't kill Sam Elliott. Kill bad actress girlfriend. Kill How About Some Oral. But never, ever kill Sam Elliott!

Me: You know if this were an episode of the A Team all he'd have to do is throw him in the lake to incapacitate him.
tH: *mimes being unable to swim after Mr. T tosses him in water*
Me: Did he just say, "I fucked guys like you in prison?"
tH: I believe so.
Me: 'Cause I have trouble finding the hotness in that. OMG HE REALLY DID JUST RIP OUT HIS THROAT!!!

Me: Is this going to be like the end of Karate Kid II...oh, yep he's pulling back, I guess all those other guys slaked his thirst for blood enough.

Me: It would be just like How About Some Oral to get in the last shot.

Best. Movie. Ever.
Except for Sam Elliott being all dead at the end.