The Missus and I, watching an episode of "White Collar." I tell her I tune it to that program only so that she has all those handsome men to ogle.
"Yeah? Well, that one is pretty cute," she says.
A few scenes later:
Mrs. W: Why is it that the ugliest guys are genius-smart?
I: It's the Law of Compensatory Talent. It wouldn't be fair, brilliant as I am, if I were good looking, too.
Mrs. W: Oh, brother.
I: *raucous laughter* (I do crack myself up, sometimes.)