The woman sits and whispers something under her nose.
I: What are you singing? Rihanna is it?
Wife (indignant): The Egg of the Egg? Pope to Pope? I have a metal on the alarm! Yes, I still remember Meyden in the colourful loins! Yes, I still have a whole box of iron stored as a memory!
I: Okay, okay, I understood all the depths of your cruelty, and you sing what?
Wife: Yes, this is the soundtrack to May Little Pony, Girls from Equestria.