"What are you watching, Booth?" Brennan snagged a handful of popcorn.
"It's an old movie called 'Play Misty for Me'." It's about a woman who's stalking a DJ and she wants him to play this song all the time. Hey...stay out of my popcorn."
"I've noticed you have eclectic taste in movies, Booth. What was it you were watching last night? Tranquility? That space movie?"
"It's called 'Serenity' and it's not just a space movie...it's cowboys in space. That makes it different than Star Wars and Star Trek. Those are space movies."
"This movie looks interesting." Brennan stole more popcorn. "The man playing the DJ is quite attractive. Maybe I'll watch this."
"Clint Eastwood? You think he's attractive?"
"Yes, his features are quite symmetrical and I like the color of his eyes. I also like his physique...he's very well muscled."
"You do realize that this movie was made 40 years ago, right?" Booth moved the popcorn bowl out of Brennan's reach. "Clint Eastwood is in his eighties now. I don't think you would find him quite so attractive now."
"I've noticed that you like to watch old James Bond movies, particularly the parts where the women are wearing bikinis. I would imagine those women are older now, but it doesn't seem to deter you from ogling them. Why shouldn't I ogle Clint Eastwood? Pass the popcorn, please."
"I'm not ogling them. Those movies have a lot of plot details. Sometimes I need to watch some scenes again to understand what's going on…"
Brennan interrupted, "Because you're paying attention to bikinis. Oh look, now that Mr. Eastwood has removed his shirt I can see that he has perfect acromia and a pleasing shoulder to hip ratio.
" That's enough." Booth changed the channel. "No more Eastwood. Time for Bugs and Daffy."