My wife could turn to me and she may say, ‘Why do you love me?’ And I can with all honesty look her in the eye and say, ‘Because our pheromones matched our olfactory receptors.'

Delivered in a characteristically comic, science-inflected register, the line satirizes the urge to reduce intimate human experiences to mechanistic explanations. By answering a romantic question (“Why do you love me?”) with a biochemical account (“pheromones… olfactory receptors”), Ince highlights the mismatch between the language of love and the language of scientific causation. The joke depends on deflation: a profound, emotionally laden inquiry is met with a clinically precise (and deliberately unromantic) rationale. Implicitly, it also gestures at a real tension in modern culture—how evolutionary biology and neuroscience can illuminate attraction while seeming to drain it of mystery or meaning—inviting the audience to consider whether explanation necessarily diminishes value.