You had me at Bacon
You've had a hard night out. Your head hurts. Badly. How are you going to get up? You can't face the day like this. It's all too much.
But then you smell it. That scent. That godly scent. As if it's been sent from the heavens to bless your nose. Suddenly a burst of energy you didn't know you had. It's calling you.
You're closer now, you can hear it. Sizzling.
You enter the kitchen. Your partner/ parents/ friend is cooking.
"Hey I'm cooking bacon. You're up late, aren't you doing anythi..."
You had me at bacon.
Cut straight to where the action is. Where the bacon is.