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Emma: I used to do that to him, actually, make sure that he couldn’t get out when I was changing.
Stephen: You did.
Emma: Yeah. It was very good fun.
Stephen: She used to show me her breasts.
Emma: This fantastic effect I used to have on him, ‘cause I could make—I could do it now—I’m not going to, but I could—I could make him scream.
Stephen: No. No. Don’t.
Emma: Not like that scream that we just heard, but a real, actual sort of scream of terror and fright, just by appearing nude at the top of his stairs. And doing what I like to do, which is locking all the doors at the bottom, so that when he tried to get out … as I came down the stairs, going, “Yes, baby, they’re all yours!” By the end of which he was in a state of such extreme panic, and it’s great to make someone very clever fall apart like that.

This never gets old. The best part is that after thirty years Stephen is STILL freaked out, just by the memory of it all :D