The following conversation between the hero and his mother (Fortunately, I was a fly on the wall!).
S has been on a movie spree these days, and he has a penchant for Clint Eastwood/War movies - grim, grit and gore fare.
Yesterday, after seeing yet another of those, his mother exasperatedly turns to him and says
"Can we please try and get some cheerful movies once in a while?
And then the afterthought "Also ones, without any f****** in them"
(Referring, we think, to the colourful language which peppers these movies, rather than the more literal intepretation of the same.)
And then she realized what she had just said...
P.S. I am on severely blogcked right now pliss to excuse. (17 half finished posts I tell you. Hmpf)