Right before Emily turned 19 she decided to flex her R-rated movie-watching muscles and take my, gosh, probably 14 year-old ass to the movie theater and purchase some tickets to see an R-rated flick, since figured she could and she hadn't yet so she might as well. Problem being there weren't any R rated movies anyone gave half a damn about that weekend, except for Drag Me to Hell.(edited)

Anyway it's kind of a boring horror flick, where this woman who works at an insurance firm gets cursed by a witch for not giving her insurance. So the witch chases her down in a parking garage and attacks her, and as the woman is fighting back she accidentally snatches a button from the witch's coat, and if she can't get rid of the button within a week she's going to be dragged to hell, or something

So Emily and I are both trying to tough it out in front of each other because I dunno maybe we both wanted the other one to think we were cool? And the protagonist is getting more and more desperate to get out of her figurative deal with the devil. When what should come on screen but a precious, sweet, adorable kitten??

And Emily and I KNEW that kitten wasn't gonna make it, and she leaned over to me in the theater and whispered, "Do you wanna leave?" and I immediately replied, "Y-Yeah." So we left the theater, and because I guess we were both a little embarrassed that neither of us could make it all the way through a horror movie we had paid to see, Emily said, "We will never speak of this again."