High drama next door

So there I am minding my own business just relaxing in my room and I hear a female voice in the hallway which ends up entering the room next to mine. The Tropicana is older construction so the noise carries through the walls better than in the more modern casino/hotels.

It was hard to understand everything being said, even with an ear pressed up to the wall...IF I had done that...which I didn't of course...but the dialoge went something like the following:
Door shuts and there's a pause.
Female: Various irate yelling and expletives.
Male: Unintelligible.
F: What the F? How could you do this?!
M: Unintelligible (he didn't project like she did)
F: (crying now) I ASKED you!
M: This isn't fair.
F: You said you wouldn't.
I didn't hear a second female voice so it wasn't THAT juicy.
F: You said you weren't going to watch this.
Wha? At this point I'm figuring she's getting bent out of shape over her boyfriend getting an adult pay per view movie.
M: I don't need this.
F: (blah blah blah)...if you wanted to watch the game then why didn't you just say so?!?!?!

OK. At this point I'm tuning out. All this hubbub over watching a football game? C'mon! That was four minutes of my life that I'll never get back.