"Dumb." It wasn't a question. Lisa's voice had dropped into a flat sort of monotone as she registered what she had just been told. That her favorite movie of all time was dumb. In a flash she had a dozen different reactions, all of which warred inside her head while she sat stock-still, staring at the screen while not seeing or hearing what was happening. Instead she heard 'this movie's dumb' on repeat, in that boy's voice. Echoing louder and louder until she closed her eyes and pressed the flats of her palms to her ears, combating it with her own opinion until it died down and she could open her eyes again.
"That's how he is," Lisa informed him. "Doesn't matter How he got that way, does it? No. Matters that he is that way and he makes the best of it instead of moping around pitying himself. How's that any better? It isn't. He's a wonderful character and you clearly haven't been paying attention if you say it's dumb. Or you have terrible taste." She sniffed once, her head still echoing, and turned her eyes forward. "It's a great movie. Even has a sequel."