"A movie?" Charlotte looked at her curiously, "Which movie do you want to watch? What's it called?"
Emma quickly became anxious: "Shh, shh, shh... keep your voice down."
"What for... why should I be quiet?"
"The movie I'm talking about, it's that kind of movie, that kind!"
"Which kind?"
"Oh, Charlotte, you know, that kind!"
Charlotte was still confused: "Which kind?"
"You know... adult films! The kind only adults are supposed to watch," Emma said.
Then Charlotte finally got it.
"Oh... that movie, I see now. Emma, you should have said so earlier. You were beating around the bush so much I couldn't understand. How was I supposed to know what you were after?"
"Alright, alright, Charlotte, now you know. Can you give it to me?"
Suddenly, Charlotte's face broke into a mischievous grin: "Why, Emma, what do you want the movie for?"
"Just give it to me."
"Tell me clearly, then I'll give it to you."
"I... I can't explain."
