My husband can take a hint. I've whined long and loud about needing the special edition of the Lord of the Rings for Christmas and lo! he hustled me out into the cold Sunday night so we could get one before Best Buy ran out of them. So, Sunday night we cuddled up on the couch to watch it.

Now, Rob is not like most TV watchers. He cannot confine his commentary to the commercials but must vent immediately at the point in time which his mind is engaged, much to my irritation and dismay.

Rob: oh! This part's new. (I remain silent, gritting my teeth and trying to hear the new dialogue.) This part's new, isn't it? I don't remember this part. Am I right? ::pokes me in the side:: It's new, huh?
Tracy: ARGH!!!

Later, Rob wants a snack and so gets a bag of mini Oreos leftover from his trip. Having been snarled at earlier, he attempts to remain silent, watching the film with me. Another new scene is on screen. Rob needs to open the bag of Oreos at this precise moment, rendering the sound from his speakers useless as the rustling of the plastic and foil bag is as loud as a passing 747.

Tracy: ARGH!!!
Rob: (Innocently) What?

This went on for the entire movie. Fortunately, I am finished with school other than one last final exam tonight and a presentation on Friday. This gives me time to actually watch the movie and hear the dialogue which goes with the new bits. He does this in the theater, too, purchasing a box of Nestle Crunch Bits or Hot Tamales and then waiting until I'm engrossed in the film before shaking the box to get at the snacks. Men.