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"Conner... no thanks," Duncan tried to keep the bubbling amusement out of his voice, and closed the refrigerator door.
"But Duncan, this is the best battle North of San Diego. The Undertaker, the Rock, the-"
"No," Duncan passed one of the beer bottles in his hand to Methos, who accepted it with a pleased expression, and twisted the cap off.
"Ah! I guess you'll understand in a century or two," Conner slapped Duncan's shoulder playfully, then turned to Methos and added, "-see you around, Adam."
"Wait a minute," Methos interrupted, "-why not?"
"Well because-" began Duncan.
"Your clansman's got three very good tickets, and he's offered two to us, so why waste them?"
"Do you know what professional wrestling is in this century?" countered Duncan.
"It's a bunch of brawny idiots trying to pound each other into the floor, I would imagine," shrugged Methos.
"And that sounds like a good evening to you?"
"Unless you've got something better in mind."
"C'mon, Duncan, you haven't been to one of these things since Jessie Ventura retired," encouraged Conner. Methos looked at Duncan and raised an eyebrow. Duncan came to the conclusion that it was going to be a looooooong night, and reached for his coat.
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Notes: This is my joke about the beginning of the first 'Highlander' movie. The original script described Connor watching a hockey game, but the way it was finally filmed, Connor was at a pro-wrestling match.
...I just love this series.