Her: The Watchmen, eh?
 
Me: Yeah.

Her: What's the deal with that blue guy's ... you know ... thingy?
 
Me: Yeah, I know that sounds goofy at first, but you've got to understand that since the accident Dr. Manhattan has no need for clothing. His mind is so vast that human relationships are hard for him to understand.
 

Her [affects Toby Radloff voice]: So, is he a typical comic book nyeeeerd?

Me: Stop it. The Watchmen is supposed to be the antithesis of the typical comic book storyline.

Her: A young, butt-kicking girl in latex? Good guys, bad guys, and loads of consequence-free violence? Yeah, that doesn't sound like a typical comic book at all. Sounds more like Masterpiece Theater. Are you sure Jane Austin didn't write The Watchmen?

Me: No, you don't get it at all. He's torn apart by his relationships and his desire to fully understand the universe.

Her: So, the butt-kicking latex girl has sex with the fat owl guy?

Me: Um... it's complicated ... yes.

Her: Yeah, you're right. The Watchmen is a triumph of modern literature.

Me: I never said...

Her: So, about the blue glowing penis you're so excited about- does it flop around calling attention to itself or does it just hang there like a broken grandfather clock pendulum?

Me: Actually, Dr. Manhattan's penis actually moves differently when he's on Mars. Um... I saw a write-up on it on a special effects website. Stop looking at me like that.

Her: Ha. You started regretting that sentence as soon as the words left your mouth but you just had to see it through.

Me: Yeah, kinda.

Her: That's admirable.