Crap Shack update: the man stands up for himself

Normally in my Crap Shack, the noise I hear from the couple next door consists of the pregnant lady nagging the man who, I assume, impregnated her. I imagine she yells at him for the following:
- Knocking her up
- Having her live in a crappy apartment (possibly throwing in that it's in downtown Edmonton)
- Being too old to be a father (guy looks to be early 40s)

Today, though, after months of one-sided loudness, the man, who looks like a poor-man's Woody Allen, had enough. The lady's yelling was finally matched up with a resounding "Don't tell me what to do!" Much of their argument was lost in the not-so-superior sound-proofing in the building, but from where I'm sitting, the guy definitely had his loud, nagging companion on the ropes. Now there's silence. If I don't hear anything from them for the next 24–48 hours, I'll start to consider calling the cops about the possibility of foul play.