In the mid nineties I saw a rather funny film called GO.
One of the story lines is about two gay guys who try to score some XTC and get busted by the police. They are scared to death by the situation, but the cop agrees to let them go. On one condition: they have to come to the cop's house for dinner.
Completely freaked out by the whole situation the ring the doorbell at the agreed time, bottle of wine in hand.
They have dinner with the cop and his attractive wife, and there's just something weird about the conversation. Like a hidden agenda.
More and more they start to feel that they are supposed to get into some sort of sex thing with the couple.
Then the cop shows them around the house and to the bedroom they go. They look completely freaked out by this point.
The cop jumps on the bed and goes: 'so, what do you think of this bed?' 'It's really so soft, try it out.'
Looking completely miserable, they get on the bed. 'Oh, yeah, its really soft.'
Then the cop goed into this whole monologue about how all the stuff in his house is from this great brand he's working for. Really good quality. And, would they be interested in a great business opportunity?
No pressure of course.
Sorry, I just had to think of this. It had me in stitches.