“Y’know, I’ve never seen one movie of his.”

”.. Of whose?”

“Harry Potter.”

Hour Home 9 of 72, in which my mother makes me watch a stupid romcom (which I would most probably love, laugh, and cry to otherwise) with her, after having a fight about why I don’t want to watch Friends with Benefits with her. This moment of clarity occurs during the previews.

Oh, oh!

“That guy looks like my asthma doctor.”

“…? Morgan Freeman?”