Meanwhile, back at the ranch, and by "ranch" we mean Grindelwald's dark castle of death, Queenie and Credence were chatting amiably about their former lives back in New York.
"Did you ever go to the movies?" asked Credence, whom we haven't seen for a while because Ezra Miller was busy playing the Flash.
"All the time!" Queenie gushed. "I can tell you that I saw The Sheik at least twelve times!"
"Ma Barebone wouldn't let us see that one," said Credence. "She said it was quite sinful."
"Oh, it is!" said Queenie with a giggle.
"Well, Ma Barebone was very strict about what movies she thought were 'wholesome' enough for us to see. If it didn't have Mary Pickford or Lillian Gish in it, we didn't see it. Do wizards often go to the movies?"
"No!" Vinda interjected. "And I feel I should mention that we had moving pictures long before the Non-Magiques did!"
"But it's incredible what the No-Majs have accomplished without magic!" Queenie replied. "Granted, I haven't gone to the movies much since Valentino died. Douglas Fairbanks just isn't the same."
"Then you probably haven't seen The Jazz Singer," said Credence. "The movies talk now!"
"No kidding!" exclaimed Queenie. "Did you hear that, Vinda? The No-Majs are almost getting more advanced than us wizards!"
Seething, Vinda cast another Cruciatus Curse at Abernathy, whom she used as a scapegoat for whenever she got the urge to torture Queenie or Credence. Abernathy was okay with this because it turns out he had low self-esteem as a result of losing a game of Wizard's Chess to his little sister when he was ten years old. This is canon now.