He's back, just sitting on her desk. Why would she marry him? And how does he finish any work when he's up here in her face, staring at her with disapproving looks and bothering her with “do you want a soda?” and “did you buy eggs?”, all day? He's such a guest badger!

Wife: “Have you put the sheets out to dry and put the towels on?”
Husband: “Yes. You know I am a grown adult also used to live alone so you do not need to micro marrige me”