Me: The bedroom is cleeeeean! (I spin with my arms outstretched, then extend one leg behind me, lifting both arms to the ceiling.) Super clean!
Bryan blinks at me from the bed.
(I pause with my leg in midair, then repeat the gesture, more dramatically, with the opposite leg.)
Bryan remains unmoved.
Me: (Hopping onto the bed.) Bryan! Fake ballet is some of my best material.
Him: Yes. It’s a rich tapestry of comedy.