Well, the point of walkout was when Ms. Cuthbert was forced to drink a smoothie made of blood, an ear, and an eyeball complete with optic nerve. Now I'll admit that during her stints on 24, I begged for Cuthbert to die an agonizing death, but this was a bit, umm, vivid. Although there was no way I was walking out of $7.50 tickets, I did give the Mrs one of those "What the #$^@#$% have we signed up for?" looks.