Harry: I'm sick of sleeping on the washing machine. Oh, sure, a vibrating bed impresses the ladies... but I want my own room! Dick said that I could have one.
Sally: No. Dick said that under no circumstances could you have your own room.
Harry: Let's not quibble over semantics. Besides, you guys have your own rooms.
Sally: I sleep in a storage space behind Dick's chimney.
Tommy: And my room is an un-insulated alcove overlooking a toilet.
Harry: Room with a view rub it in.
Sally: Harry, you can't sleep in the hallway!
Harry: Home wrecker!