Typical conversations

I wander into the living room on Friday night. Jana is watching a show that involves a nightclub scene. There are scantily clad thin young women dancing in a group and watching sinister guys in black who are clearly up to no good. The women look intent and somewhat predatory, not scared. "Vampires?" I ask. "Or FBI agents?"
She: "FBI agents. I think." Me: "Is it a problem that I can no longer tell the difference on most of these shows?"