"Yeah--well, I mean, mostly. I'm trying not to find out too much. There's a UFO at the end?"
"UH, YEAH. THE SCI-FI CHANNEL CAME AND TOOK OVER MY MOVIE, WHAT THE HELL."
"Heh, yeah. We're going to see it tomorrow at, like, 12:20, I think."
"Does Mom know it's about aliens?"
"Heh, no. There's been a bunch of stuff on the History Discovery Learning Channel about crystal skulls and the Mayan calendar and the world ending in 2012, but I don't think they've actually made the aliens-in-the-movie connection. And I'm not gonna tell her."
"She is gonna FLIP HER SHIT. SHE IS GONNA FLIP HER SHIT AND DIE."
"Yeah, I know--that's why I'm not telling her." There are many movie topics our mother loves in this world--dinosaurs, comets, monsters, submarines, natural disasters, non-blond James Bonds--but aliens, Harrison Ford, and Indiana Jones are all at the top of the list.
"She is gonna LOVE IT or she is gonna HATE IT. But she is gonna FLIP HER SHIT EITHER WAY."
"Heh, yeah. That's what I'm aiming for."
"It's weird, though, it's kind of counterproductive to what they actually intended to do with the--"
"Wait, wait, don't tell me. I already know too much, I'm trying not to hear anything else."
"Okay, well--I'm gonna have to go then, or I'll tell you everything. Holla!"