The wife here is trying not to lose her shit. She's trying to calmly ask her husband why he keeps letting all of the animals in the house. He knows that she just cleaned, plus there's the baby. It's not very hygienic, I mean just look at all of this sheep hair everywhere. He's trying very hard not to fly off the handle and smack her across the face. The only thing keeping himself from smacking her is that he's already got two strikes and he does not want to go back to those damned anger management courses, and if he has to spend one more damned Thursday in couples therapy, he's going to kill her. She knows how much he loves the animals. Of course none of this is said out loud. The whole conversation takes place in cold steely glances.