The look I give people whenever they say something negative about Les Misérables.
I hate when you're not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daises and sing for the sake of singing. Like no stop that grab a pitchfork.
Hadn't thought about it that way before! (At least in terms of the musical. This is much more apparent in the book.)
Two grown men arguing about women's fashion. It will always be funny.