Me: Oh my god, look at the moon!
Hubby: Yeah, it’s really pretty, especially through the the trees like that.
Hubby [dropping into a Peter Lorre voice]: I feel myself…changing!
Me: I will slap you right in the face if you turn into a werewolf.
Hubby [looking at his hands in horror, whispers]: Oh god no, not here…
Me: You are such a dork.
Hubby: I need blood! [leers at me] Female blood!
Me: You get no blood. We’re, like, two blocks from the restaurant. You get lo mein.
Hubby [dropping the creepy voice]: Yeah, okay. I guess that’ll work.