He walks into the room with his acoustic guitar. Under her breath she says "Oh, god - no."

"Honey, before we have sex I would like to play a song for y—"

"Is it a blues song?"

"It is entitled 'Blinken's White Man Blues'."

"Sounds wonderful."

"Pardon? I couldn't hear you for you appeared to be speaking to your left armpit."

"It would be wonderful."

"Blinken carries a burden... Like Hercule Poirot I am using illeism to—"

"We talked about this many times already. First the song. Then the analysis. Okay."

"Okay. Blinken carries a burden. / It's a heeeeavvvvvvy burden. / The heeeeavvvvvviest..."