Think of what will happen when ol' Wally takes his wife, Gladys, out to play and brings along the video:
GLADYS: Now don't point the camera at my bad side.
WALLY: Which side is that?
GLADYS (she swings, hits a worm-burner about 35 yards): What did I do wrong?
WALLY: You mean other than the fact that you wore high heels so your legs wouldn't look pudgy? Well, let's look at the replay.
GLADYS: Oh, I didn't know you could get General Hospital on this thing.
WALLY: That ain't General Hospital. That's us arguing.
GLADYS: Oh, what's that? It looks like an EKG.
WALLY: That's your backswing. Now, you tape me hitting and we'll study my form. I'll show you how it's done and it'll be right there on tape for you to study, a truly classical swing in the mold of Johnny Miller hitting to the 18th at Oakmont.
WALLY (he swings and Hushes a covey of quail): Now, how does that look on the screen?