A Formal Request

Last night at 10 p.m., the SJG uttered the following sentiment in a Mary Poppins accent, whilst leaning over the upstairs bannister, in my jammies:
"May I formally request that you keep the manly whooping, yelling and hollering to a minimum?"
From downstairs, hubby issued the following heartfelt reply:
"The Kings just won in overtime!"
"To repeat, are you done making a racket, or must I call the police and formally complain?"
"It was a beautiful goal, Ma!"
"How lovely for you both. Done or not done?"
"We're done."
"Sorry, Ma."
"Hmm. Spoken with a modicum of sincerity."
"Really sorry."
"Still needs work."
"REALLY SORRY!"
"Must you yell?"