This is where the magic happens
If you’ve never watched MTV Cribs, here’s the idea: stars of modern culture (film, music, sport) take a camera round their cavernous homes and show off their gadgets and cars, while making witty asides about their clothes or the contents of their fridges.
Upon entering their bedroom, nine out of ten celebrities say in false modesty: “this… is where the magic happens…” It’s tiresome to say the least.
If I were ever to find myself on that show, I would also use that line, but I would open a door to reveal a room full of … wait for it… magicians. One guy would be passing a hoop round a levitating lady, there would be rabbits and doves, someone pulling a bouquet of flowers out of their sleeve, maybe even a hostess greeting us at the door and a two-drink minimum. Ooooh - before that, even, I could open a door, and there would be another door behind it, and another one behind THAT. Then after about 5 doors there would be a brick wall and if I turned the wall-mounted lamp, the wall could swing around, revealing the above room.
Then I could say, “Oh, no, sorry, that’s my office. THIS is where the magic happens,” then taking them to the bedroom. Brilliant. Just brilliant. Never going to happen.