It's A Wonderful Life...

It's Xmas Eve and me and the Missus have been to see It's A Wonderful Life at the new local arty community cinema that's just opened near us.

The Missus is a real sucker for old movies and Xmas and this particular offering coupled with the seasonal atmosphere has made her go all girly. And that doesn't happen often.
'Did you enjoy it?'
'I loved it. I didn't cry though...'
'Well you've seen it lots of times.'
'I have...'
'So you're probably immune to its emotional bits...'
'Yeah. Probably...'
'It's like watching a porn movie you've seen lots of times. You know where the best bits are and when the money shot's coming...'

There is silence. The winter air suddenly feels a bit more chill. There is a stare too. The sort of emasculating and exasperated stare only certain wives can give.
'You have just taken my favourite movie and compared it to people coming in a porn film...'
'I merely meant you knew where the emotional climaxes were and so you were prepared for them...'
'You have sullied the evening.'
'I only meant...'
'Don't speak to me again. Ever.'