Moving in

"I'm off the clock for a half day. Do you need a hand in unpacking the remaining crates in the garage?"

"I'd honestly want to spare you, but if you can handle hauling up some of the pretty heavy antiques we'll get a good head start before the movers come around later today."

"So they're all the old stuff you -- whoa, you didn't tell me you'd bring in your whole collection!"

"Relax. Just think of them as metaphors of my French adventure. I thought I'd do a bit of redecorating before we go off the marketplace together as one tight knit power couple."

"What's this thing near the bureau?"

"It's a 15th century writing desk I bought from a monastery up at --"

"It's hideous. You couldn't possibly have picked out a more damaged one."

"Eloquent piece isn't it? The dings and stains give it a lot of character. It compliments your bureau very nicely too."

"Not so sure about that. How about putting it in a less conspicuous -- hey, don't look at me like that."

"I say, it's staying right where it is."

"Fine. It's just the most unfortunate looking thing you've had to drag home. Oh wait, I still haven't seen the others."

"It doesn't look like much to you now but it'll grow on ya, I promise."

"Sounds like a metaphor for the whole redecorating jag you're on. One that involves shooting down any hint of opposition."

"Accept or deviate. There's no need to oppose."

"Is that your way of saying that our life together won't ever be dull or that you're simply insufferable?"

"Yeah."